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Cookie Points Up There...

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     I love spending time outdoors with my little bugs... ...what I don't love is seeing all the garbage people leave behind sometimes. As I'm walking my dogs I can't help noticing plastic bags, candy wrappers, an empty soda can... Pick it up! says a voice in my head... No way, gross! Why should I pick up somebody else's garbage?!     An old book from an antique store in Wisconsin, loved the cover.. .If it looked like this, I'd be garbage hunting all day. But it doesn't... I remember when Mikey and I used to go fishing and I used to pick up the empty beer cans, the fishing line and whatever else was left behind by other fishermen. It really bothers me. I can't enjoy nature with all that stuff lying around. And something else... Cookie points, remember? A friend of mine loves birds. He talks to them and always has a cracker or some seeds for them... Why are you always feeding the birds? I asked. I like them...  h...

Poetry. Color. Shape. Art

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Lovely little poem, supplies, new earrings, quotes I heart. A JEWELRY STORE NAMED INDIA If you hold this  Dazzling emerald Up to the sky, It will shine a billion  Beautiful miracles Painted from the tears Of the Most High. Plucked from the lush gardens Of a yellowish-green paradise, Look inside this hypnotic gem And a kaleidoscope of   Titillating,  Soul-raising  Sights and colors Will tease and seduce Your eyes and mind. Tell me, sir. Have you ever heard A peacock sing? Hold your ear To this mystical stone And you will hear Sacred hymns flowing To the vibrations Of the perfumed Wind.”  ―  Suzy Kassem ,  Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem Blogger is acting up again. I can't seem to get these pictures to align with the text the way I want to ~ and I've been trying for two hours now...

"It can be somebody's and still be my own"

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That's the beauty of it. You gift them, sell them, but they're still your own. Recently sold     And gifted "I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?”  ―  Munia Khan