wears a ring when others touch it captures unwanted guests and holds special ones never leaks nor lets poison seep in to ruin its neutrality gets lost or forgotten in the endless simulation of replenishment
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wears a ring when others touch it captures unwanted guests and holds special ones never leaks nor lets poison seep in to ruin its neutrality gets lost or forgotten in the endless simulation of replenishment
Great photo, Peter! Amazingly, the mug is identical to my favorite mug that got broken!
Your poem is built of though-provoking metaphors. I enjoyed reading it.
Hope all is well!
Cheryl
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Sorry to hear about the broken mug. Hope you have a favorite one now or will find one soon. 🍄🙏🍄
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These are the kind of lines I like to read, ponder for a while, and then read again. Great image too!
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Thank you! I really like hearing that it’s ponder worthy!
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