Twigs, ice-clad stretch up
frozen hands cradling the last
red winter berries
Berries
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Twigs, ice-clad stretch up
frozen hands cradling the last
red winter berries
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
Just words and more words, as they come of their own accord.
Rivers and Rural Communities : ँ : at the Heart of Travel
A Greek Matinee: my manuscript. . . Tattlings, Scribblings, Brain Expanding, Bits & Bobs as Summer rolls on
My Eccentric Friend 