“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.”
Robert Frost
Flowers, Gardening, Photography
Love’s Remembrances
SwittersB & Exploring 
Dang. My heart is a cheap violin you found in the back of an old cobwebbed shed.
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You turn such a nice, unique string of words in an effortless, ah shucks sort of way. As always thank you.
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