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May all your ills tomorrow
Be cured by the rising Sun.
May all your bad deeds be forgiven
And all your work be done,
For here's to a new beginning,
With no worry; just have some fun.

Black is the color
of this moonless night.
Black is the heart,
when he takes flight.
Fear not the darkness,
welcome the fight.
Life will be better
at Dawn's first light.

"Just chllin' out on Fir Island, Skagit County, Washington. Photos taken last Saturday from Northwest snow storm"
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Disparage me not,
you, my true love,
for I care for you.
That is my trove.

Liane Metzler on Unsplash  

Still snowing ❄️❄️❄️

I sit, all hunched in the chair;
elbows on knees, hands to my head.
Worried now but still unaware
of all of the words, blue and red,
flying about through the Winter air.
Why is it I am not able to see,
the words to this life's mystery?

When the rays of light,
in the broad, Western sky,
fades into black;
another day has gone by.
If the clouds coat the night
or if it is clear,
a sky of starlight will appear.
No matter what is said,
there are more in the scene,
who are awaiting the missing vaccine.