biggest leaves in the lane, no one swept, bothered. we hurried by seamlessly,      or did we? some of us looked, a few of us bothered.    some of us helped each other. it is always a nice day.



your birthday.



you are younger than i ; stride out  quickly. walk down the estuary. it is good to hit the sunny patch and hear the bird call. a cold day today.



enjoy your

birthday.



sbm.

my heart leapt, when he said.                                                      his home, he can see the beauty there.

with reality and fiddling.     films it.   forgets the language, passes the garage    and looks to me to talk

of the succulents.

yet what can get better than this, no jealousies, no expectations, no anger,     when none is needed.

when all around us is raging, rain against blind window,                   mid winter. music plays, soft covers  sooth, plain thoughts.

why do some wish for perfection, in all things.                that in mind. there is no formula,no rules, only their own desires   which                                                                                  can lead to disappointment  .

sbm.

serious matter making tea, then dinner.

cake with fruit, later vegetables      with

home made gravy.                           i know

there are more serious things.      i have

done them.                                            a lot.



it is just that

i do not wish to talk about them at     this

time.



jack , a dull boy.



sbm.

it says that most people are aware of the dangers of sunbathing

and that it is another adjective.



we had some of those yesterday.       plain words affect me deeply.



in the btahroom there is a book about womens’ health and beauty.

chapters on skin care from years ago before the war,   the second.



paragraphs on the dangers of being tanned, it says it looks common

like a working person  out of doors.                                  things change.



the book remains

in the bathroom.



sbm.

passed over by accident, the
thing occured naturally,
without clerics. without beatitude.

given by friendship, yet
piety slowly eroded.

they come now with learning,
holding large words, a different language.

the charm now gone,
perhaps they did not need it any more.

once again, it is said, that,
they speak latin. made
the word bleed.

sbm.

a small thing, ragged.



who knows all of it,                   pieces

torn away.                                 framed.



an exhibition again.                 Christine.



only you know most of it.       Christine.



sbm.

this is not a word i have used much recently, if i did it will be related to plants i expect.



adjective.



i may use plush in regard to velevet clothing, cloth, clothed. another adjective.



i shall not use it as british informal language, describing ****** attraction. no.



adjective.



i will prefer to write about fabrics or gardens. mostly.



this is a daily thing. here.



sbm.



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