Bag on my doorstep
a warm spicy smell steams out
pandemic angel
Doorstep
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Bag on my doorstep
a warm spicy smell steams out
pandemic angel
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
New Ideas, New Forms
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Ellen Grace Olinger
My Eccentric Friend 
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Delivery of an Indian meal – total joy in winter during lockdown. A little package of heaven.
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Agreed. 🖤
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