January brings renewal and awakening.
It may be months until spring, but a new year always inspires me.
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Suerig Garden in the Snow
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Thoughts on Marks
Some people make a lasting mark,
mine will likely be fleeting. As I go, so will my mark, my voice, my name.
It is amazing to realize that my being here matters not to all but to me,
my voice, my name, my mark.
The only mark we truly have is with the people we leave who care that we were here,
our mark, our voice, our name
When none still live who knew my name,
then my mark and me, one and the same,
will vanish with my voice and name
It is amazing to realize that my being here matters not to all but to me,
my voice, my name, my mark.
The only mark we truly have is with the people we leave who care that we were here,
our mark, our voice and name.
Nature's marks always changing but seen with many eyes.
FS
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| Bonnie's Nantucket Cottage Walk |
My friend Bonnie sent this mark above, made by her mother many years ago.
What beauty to have had a mom who appreciated nature and had an eye for beauty.
We are always where we came from, even when we try otherwise.
Marks continue to present themselves in many forms.
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