Couldn't live in New York City or any other overcrowded place. It's the wide open spaces for me.
I don't say this proud, but I speak it out loud. I like to keep far away from the maddening crowd. Way out in the wilderness wonder, is where I love to ponder.
I could pack up my pen, also move out of this den. Some company is a thrill, too much gives me a chill. Close and packed tight, is not a vision in my sight.
On a boat alone, fishing by myself gone. I'm a loner by nature, in the camera eye capture, on flows my rapture. I have no problem with the single, it makes my heart and soul tingle.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Regis
That is those who write from their hearts. Well done as always!
Eileen
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D