May 12, 2018May 12, 2018 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Swaying a grey cheeked thrush comes out of hiding from the bird cage in my hair, weaves her wing tips through my lashes, nods at the reflection of us … swaying on a crepe myrtle twig outside our window Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
This is beautiful. It makes me think of my sister who is fighting Lyme disease. I loved it. I really enjoyed reading this. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Wow… good to hear… am recovering from a knee injury so been kinda bed bound… all the best wishes and prayers for ur sister! LikeLike Reply
This is beautiful. It makes me think of my sister who is fighting Lyme disease. I loved it. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Wow… good to hear… am recovering from a knee injury so been kinda bed bound… all the best wishes and prayers for ur sister!
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