This old nugget
Rests on the top of Chestnut Hill
It appears to be empty
But,
I can faintly hear a tink, tink
& can only imagine
What's he building in there?
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Expedition 2012
Having written here intermittenly for years, sharing photography, craft projects, parenting poetry & music, this year my goal is to be more present in this space. I hope to share daily a photograph & bit of prose or poetry. I hope you come along on the journey.
breaking out of boxes since 2006
- Voom Voom Veda
- Portland, Maine, United States
- I love to poet, craft, dance, roller skate & thrift. I attachment parent my 3 children. I love over the knee socks, polka dots, thunderstorms, water ice, boobie shakers of all shapes and sizes, Pablo Neruda, photography, flower picking, laughter and a hardy dose of running wild in the fields...
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