Wednesday, December 29, 2010

simple thoughts on life

simple thoughts on life
changing year, changing patterns
new fires bring in light

This is the last Wednesday of the year.
This is my last offering for OneShotWednesday.
I am hoping that bright and beautiful things will be ushered in 
in the new year

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Last Journey

More goodbye hugs were upon us. Oliver faded into memory behind us, as Brett and I set out on our last journey in Arnie. Recollections from our last game drive in Chobe would be held close to heart for a long time to come, but Zimbabwe was in our sights now. It was time for us to shed Arnie, our metal companion, and set out on foot.
Bulawayo served as a resting stop to make a plan and regroup. We inquired as to how to go about selling a South African baby blue Kombi and were met with shaking heads. Try as we might, we would have to return to South Africa to sell the van. It was too complicated to try to sell a South African vehicle in a foreign country. Trying to save miles would add more headaches than we cared to fight with.
We took advantage of the city’s amenities  and decided to take in a movie while we were in Bulawayo. A couple we had bumped into on a few occasions in our travels was going to see “Babe”, so we tagged along. We grabbed popcorn and sank into some lumpy seats to let the African continent slip away. For two hours we watched barnyard friends climb into and out of trouble, and I for one was transported.
Upon leaving the theatre, I blinked at the surreal feelings that lingered. I was in Zimbabwe, Africa. Only days before, I had watched a pride of lions stalk a herd of buffalos across the plains of Botswana, yet had just had a two hour taste of North American life. Canada and home were over 6000 miles away though. God only knew how many more months it would be till I saw my native soil again.
An odd feeling of nostalgia niggled at the back of my mind as we walked the city streets back to our hostel. This was a city and despite feeling dated, it was closer to home than I had felt in a while. Thoughts of home and what waited there still left me with questions though. I could feel a frown around my eyes and shook it off as I re-engaged with my travel companions of the moment.
I was in Bulawayo. I was on an adventure of a lifetime that was transforming me with every mile under my belt and every African breath that I took. We were about to sell our beloved van and a vital companion in our travels. For now though, I rejoined the group’s energy sphere and walked this African city’s streets home. 

Monday, December 27, 2010

Dinner Time

Meal time at my house;
Yeah, not a fun thing at present.
I make a meal,
any meal, be it liked or no
and then commence to nag!

I take a bite of my food,
then say "eat".
I take a sip of a beverage,
then say "Eat".
I stare at my daughter,
then say "EAT!"
and at some point thereafter
I lose it

I have threatened no dessert.
I have threatened no stories.
I have stated that this meal
will be served for dinner tomorrow,
but no one cares.

Do I?
Hell yes, as I am beginning to feel like 
the Wicked Witch of the West!
Eating my meal
with fire in my eyes
and evil in my heart
ready to screech out my hollow wrath
at the drop of a fork

She says she will eat her dinner 
"when she is a Mommy"
I tell her she will never grow to be an adult
without food in her belly,
but unblinking eyes register
She is not a Mommy yet
and will eat when she is good and ready
and apparently
my battles that I wage alone
are not so uncommon,
but I still wish
that this phase would pass...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Day

Christmas comes,
but once a year.
The house is filled
with warmth and cheer.
    A heavenly scent
    of  turkey and pie
    Saturates the air;
    Mmmm, oh my!
      The gifts once wrapped
      now litter the floor.
      With glee and mirth
      children scream for more.
        The stockings are limp
        and so are you
        So cheer and rejoice
        because now you are through!

        Merry Christmas 
        To one and all
        A New Day!

        Thursday, December 23, 2010

        A Christmas Toast

        Over at One Stop Poetry today, there is a suggestion to write something to honour family at Christmas time. I started with a different thought, but this story of love and generousity was a part of my Christmas a few years ago. It took centre stage, so I let it have reign on my page. I share it to honour my husband and the love and respect that he elicited from all those he touched. Enjoy.

        Christmas was upon me.
        I could not smile or glee.
        It had been mere months
        since death had claimed thee.

        I pushed myself to function.
        I strained myself not to cry,
        but my heart lie still in tatters
        and I too wanted to die.

        Your Co-workers refused to listen
        when I tried to decline their cheer.
        They insisted I join the revelry
        and at their party must appear.

        I had no choice, but compliance.
        Wiped tears and donned false smiles.
        Their hugs of joy were too worthy
        for a girl far from love by miles.

        We ate, drank and were merry.
        Shared stories til speeches were nigh,
        then sombre I grew, as attention they drew
        to myself  ushered forth to their eyes.

        Beautiful stories were issued.
        Thoughtful memories were shared to enthrall,
        then to my surprise a check materialized
        in my name, for my family, from them all.

        Speechless, I stood in front of them.
        Mine eyes blinking back full disbelief.
        How could they know how this touched me so
        in my heart shattered still by so much grief.

        Their pockets were emptied in your name.
        Wealth was shared from men, coast to coast.
        And here stood I, staring at nary a dry eye
        Trembling as they called for a toast.

        To Brad, was the shout from the tables.
        To Brad, was  the feeling round the room.
        My love, it was beauty at its finest
        and their hearts were opened all just for you.

        I shook as I raised glass in your name
        Tears fell, uncheckered from my heart
        They saw the special in you, that I also knew
        Their gift, to give me a fresh start.

        Your heart, I feel its presence
        nearly every day.
        Your heart, I know it beats
        yet strong for me.

        but on that blessed eve
        your love's magic it did weave
        and not alone was I that night
        when I did leave.


        Merry Christmas to all of you at One Stop
        and all of you who have touched my heart over the years
        You all help to keep me going & for that I am grateful. 
        Blessings to you all.

        Tuesday, December 21, 2010

        The End of the (OSW) Year

        A Christmas Poem



        what then?
        haiku for you
        to read, analyze, and rate
        against doting peers

        that doesn't thrill me
        although it fits

        brave, artless
        rhyming, scheming, plodding
        this isn't going anywhere

        Lord, this is the last OneShot for the year!
        Pressures on...
        here we go.

        The Christmas goose
        and Christmas gander
        just set loose
        for a little wander
        where to? they wonder
        as their route around
        they did ponder
        with trailing fox none too confound
        A stop upon a little mound
        helped the straggler
        to make up ground
        and sneak in a littler nearer
        Feathers flying to the sky high
        alas the fox is left with nigh Christmas chicken pie.

        Oh, feckless words!
        what sonnet is this?
        that tries my brain
        and poetic nerves
        with none a thought
        you do deserve
        the trash heap abyss
        no more to strain
        a pen's sweet curves
        Ai- just flow is sought
        but for today, I will away
        and grace One Shot Wednesday with A New Day

        Winding down...

        Just having a little fun today.

        The kids and I hit the mall one more time.
        I know,
        but they had to get something for Grandma!
        and then I forgot about the babysitter.

        Every year I think I am done and then one more thing pops up,
        and then another, 
        and another.

        I am never quite done until Christmas Eve
        when the mall doors close
        and I sit back
        to turn my focus to wrapping.

        That is never done until late Christmas Eve
        when the kids are in bed.
        Christmas carols play softly 
        on my sad excuse for a stereo
        and a rum and eggnog sits primly
        by my elbow
        waiting to fill me with cheer.

        But you?
        How are you doing with your Christmas prep?
        Are your cookies baked 
        or bought :-}
        Are the presents made/paid for,
        wrapped and waiting under the tree?
        or are you still scrambling,
         trying to figure out what tree,
        and where to put it?
        never mind decorations!

        Well, the days are winding short.
        Perhaps a quick mulled cider
        will give the inspiration needed
        to hit the stores Christmas Eve
        with a flurry of spirit,
        spunk and savings
        and you can wake
        Christmas morn
        to cheer
        & love
        for all

        Monday, December 20, 2010

        Happy Tourists

        The sound of Arnie’s engine died away. We shifted and jostled in the van straining to see why all the land rovers and overland trucks were clustered in the area. Buffalos were interesting, especially in a herd as large as this one, possibly upwards of 200 head?  I am a far cry from being able to estimate herd sizes, but I was impressed none-the-less. There was an electric hum in the air though. We could hear people in the other vehicles chattering excitedly in hushed tones, but could not see what all the drama was for.
        And then we saw them. Lions. Seven big lions slowly sauntered out of the bush. They paid no mind to the humans and their vehicles strewn about. Their objective was the buffalo. They had dinner on their minds and we were privy to the meal plan.
        In awe, we watched over the next hour as the lions slowly made their way closer and closer to the ever drifting buffalo herd. The sun made its way across the sky, but still the lions stalked their prey apparently unnoticed by the lumbering bovines. Other vehicles stopped to take in this awesome sight and a festive feeling filled the air as flashes could be seen from a multitude of cameras. We opened Arnie’s slider door to better see and photograph this lion hunt in the process. It was invigorating to watch, even at its slow pace across the savannah.
        The lions fanned out keeping low in the scrub grass. Somehow they communicated between themselves and seemed to focus their attention to an area at the back of the herd. I know that predators tend to attack the old, weak or young and we guessed at where they would centre their assault. They inched closer and closer to the shuffling buffalos.
        When the lions were about ten feet from the herd, the wind shifted. We were a ways off from the activity, but we could clearly see some of the larger male buffalos flick their heads and look around. Disappointment seemed imminent for all the effort that the lions had put in. We could see the lions tense and tensed with them as they debated making a last ditch attack. A hush had fallen over the human observers, but camera bulbs still flashed.
        And then the gig was up. One of the buffalos turned and bristled. Four or five of the bulls broke off from the herd, that now hastened its pace away from the perceived threats behind it. They spied the lions and charged at them. The lions knew they had been beat and skulked off from the running bulls. The massive horns on the buffalos heads were an effective deterrent for most beasts to change their minds on an attack. No dinner would be had for the lions tonight.
        My tale does not end there though.
        It was thrilling to watch the hunt and just as awesome to witness the defeat of it. The lions retreated back towards the bushes from where they had originally emerged. There was no hurry now, so the big cats sauntered away from their spoiled dinner plans, but headed directly towards the watching vehicles. Again, cameras came to life as the lions drew near for spectacular close-ups. What a treat this evening game drive had been for many a happy tourist!
        I watched the lions plodding along in fascination, until my mind clicked. I had the slider door open and seven hungry predators were headed in my direction after missing out on a potential meal. The puny sides of our little tin can would be no match for their razor sharp claws, but it would be even easier to snatch a quick bite with nothing in the way but a few articles of clothes.
        I quickly pulled my legs back into the van and scrambled to my knees. I grabbed the handle of the slider door and reefed on it to pull it closed. It slid across, bumped into the side of the frame and bounced back.  The door had not closed. As I peered through the crack in the doorframe, I watched the lead lioness sprawl three feet from our front bumper. Another lay down behind us. Still more plunked down just to our left. My knuckles turned white on the handle of the door and my heart tripped into overtime. I could not open the slider to see if I could slam it shut again. What if it didn’t seal and all I accomplished was gaining the attention of the hungry felines that surrounded us?
        A whimper escaped from me, as I clung to the handle. We could not start the van and drive away, as so many of the other vehicle were now doing. The starter had not worked on the van in months. Arnie required a push start  before he would acquiesce to spring to life. There was no way that Brett and Oliver would be jumping out of the van to push the vehicle far enough to have it fire to life. There were lions on either side of the front wheels! A passing vehicle informed us that two more males were lying in the bushes just beyond us as well.
        Good  Christ, my mind screamed. What were we going to do!
        Limp humour from the front seat did not lift my spirits, as the sun marched steadily towards the western horizon. It would be dark soon. Most of the other vehicles were gone as all vehicles were to be out of the park by 6:30 and it was quickly working its way towards 7PM. Brett called over to one of the straggling land rovers to inform them of our dilemma.
        “Mind giving us a push,” Brett shouted. “In a bit of a tricky spot and the kombi is a push start at present.”
        They conversed back and forth, then the other driver agreed to give it a go, figuring to shove us with his bush bar. I pictured Arnie’s bumper getting mangled days before we were set to sell out, but I preferred that to becoming dinner.
        It was at that moment that the lions decided that it was time to move off. The ladies rose and walked off a pace. Brett and Oliver wasted no time in jumping out to race Arnie down the track and mercifully he sprang to life. As we sputtered to life and began to drive, I pulled the door back and swung it closed with a monstrous effort. With that click, I sank back shaking. I finally breathed a ragged breathe and felt adrenaline coursing through me. Lifting my hand, I saw it visibly shake and knew that the threat had been terribly real. We would not be lion steaks tonight though. We had definitely had the excitement that we had been seeking and could leave stating that we were indeed very happy tourists.

        Sunday, December 19, 2010


        my world
        a vortex of kids toys
        laughter mixed with
        yelled threats
        promises and
        anticipation of visitors

        save me from
        going crazy
        over holidays

        The holidays have just begun,
        but I am feeling house-bound
        and a bit loopy.
        Maybe I have licked too many
        Christmas card envelopes...

        ah well
        Bring on the eggnog
        and visit the Sunday 160
        for some fun 

        Friday, December 17, 2010

        Christmas Party Prep

        Presents to wrap.
        That should be a snap.

        Floor to vacuum & mop.
        Veggies to wash & chop.

        Dip to make.
        Hors d'œuvres to bake.

        Makeup to put on
        Dress to don

        Kids to pickup.
        Drinks to sup.

        Christmas cheer to toast.
        With friends I love the most

        I just love this time of year!

        That's 55 words for G-Man & you
        that I am rattling off
        before the hours are through!

        Thursday, December 16, 2010

        Game Viewing in Chobe

        I laid my pen to rest and looked at my watch. I could hear rustling outside of the tent and knew that Oliver must be itching to get going. A pang of sadness briefly swept over me, as I was reminded of dear Miki and our bond that we had held. The last time we were to go game viewing, the boys had left us behind. This would not be the case today though. I sighed and tucked my journal and  pen away, to crawl into the afternoon sunshine.
        My reminiscing was tucked into a pocket of my mind to be looked at later and I smiled at my remaining travelling companions as I poked my head out of the tent. Of course, they were ready to go. I waylaid them for a moment, with a brief snack to tide us over until dinner when we returned from our game drive. I have to admit that I was pretty excited myself though. I was pushing with all my might when it was time to shove Arnie off into the vast flat plains of Chobe National Park to explore. Arnie fired to life and we chugged off to the main park entrance with hopes of spying lions, cheetahs, jackals or perhaps even a leopard!
        A few hours later, we returned to our camp a little dejected. Yes, we had seen the magnificent landscape that was Botswana and driven along the dirt roads that skirted the river. We saw impala, but it was so abundant in any of the game parks that we had been in that it was a bit of a letdown. The best we got was watching some baboons grooming each other in the middle of the road. We were thirsty for something more exciting; something bigger. Our cameras itched to shoot the big game, but we were denied.
        Our game drive the next morning was just as disappointing. We searched high and low for sights of a fresh kill being eaten by vultures, a crocodile attacking a zebra too slow at the water hole or even something, anything more exotic than the by now prolific impala. We were jaded and pooh-poohed the beautiful antelope with its warmly coloured reddish brown coat, white underbelly and thin dark line down its back, that further stretched down each hind leg. It could be found everywhere from South Africa to Mozambique, throughout Zimbabwe, Zambia and Botswana, even upwards to Tanzania, Uganda and Kenya. We weren’t interested in impalas. We wanted blood.
        Undaunted, we planned on a last game drive for that evening. We headed for the river where we had spotted the most game thus far. My thoughts drifted to what I would do once Brett and I sold the van, as we slowly cruised along the dirt roads in the park. I looked up again when the van slowed. Ahead of us I could see several land rovers scattered about. Immediately I perked up and craned my neck to see what all the commotion was about. Oliver scrambled to grab his camera from the floor of the van and I could see Brett’s eyes growing in excitement. Obviously there was some kind of interesting animals up ahead, as the closer we got the more land rovers I counted.
        Brett slowed the van down and I noted that a huge herd of Buffalos was gradually making its way towards the river. It was getting on to evening and they were having a last drink before settling down for the night. Despite Arnie being cantankerous at the best of times, we decided to stop and see what all the fuss was about. The buffalos were incredible to behold, but something even more exciting was in the air. We were about to find out exactly what that was.

        Wednesday, December 15, 2010

        Cold Toes

        Cold toes and quiet
        rooms filled with the memory
        of those gone before.

        Tuesday, December 14, 2010

        The Last Night

        My vigil full
        with heavy heart
        beside you sat
        to walk the last night.

        The last night ravaged
        Your little soul.
        No power had I,
        but to share the sorrow.

        The sorrow mounted
        with gasping breath.
        My tears filled up
        Your heaving chest.

        Your heaving chest
        with aching thrusts.
        I smoothed the ruffles
        with Reiki's trust.

        Trust you offered
        with pleading eyes.
        I feel I faltered
        and cannot stem my cries.

        My cries drip from me
        in unending stream
        For the breath has left you
        no more to dream.

        To dream, to dream
        that's what's left twould seem
        So I light a candle
        and hold vigil bereaved.


        One Shot Wednesday

        Monday, December 13, 2010

        To Chobe We Will Go

        With Miki gone, we knew our time in Arnie was winding to a close. Our little blue kombi had been good to us, but was sorely battered and bruised. For a goodbye trip, we decided a jaunt into Botswana was in order. Brett, Oliver and I would go to Chobe for one last game drive, then head back down to South Africa to sell the van. I had been to Chobe before, but the game viewing in Botswana’s first official game park had been magnificent the first time, so I couldn’t resist.
        I waved goodbye to my friends in Victoria Falls and we pulled out our passports to enter a new country. Botswana was a relatively poor neighbor to Zimbabwe, but it seemed to be comfortable in its own skin. Images of poverty did not slap you in the face and gone were the tourist trappings of Victoria Falls. We were guests in a proud nation that seemed to take care of itself in a way that we had not seen thus far. A feeling of peace filled me as we drove towards the park entrance. I smiled at the dry landscape we passed and the beautiful people in their simply constructed rondavel homes. This was the Africa of my dreams.
        While Chobe National Park is not Botswana’s largest park, it does hold some of the biggest concentrations of game. There are massive amounts of elephants. Hippos can be seen lazing on river banks or slowly drifting downriver from the multitudes of hungry crocodiles. Assorted deer species such as impala, sable, kudu, eland, bushbuck and waterbuck are found within the parks borders, as well as many of the Big Five (leopard, Cape Buffalo, elephants, rhinoceros and lion). We hoped to see as many animals as we could while we were there and odds were good in this relatively flat country.
         Our drive into the park heavily wetted our appetite for game viewing. Despite it being mid-day, which is not the best time to spy game, we were treated to tonnes of animal sightings. We saw impalas and giraffes, passed baboons and warthogs, and even spied buffalo and zebras. We were thrilled and anxious to set up our camp so that we could go for a proper game drive that evening. We knew that the best times of day for game viewing was between 6 and 9AM or 4 to 6PM. Most animals prefer to sleep during the worst of the heat of the day. We were not immune to the incredibly dry, hot weather either. After setting up camp, we retreated into our tents to snooze away the afternoon before heading out for our highly anticipated evening game drive after our plethora of sightings earlier that day.

        Sunday, December 12, 2010

        Snow + Cold = Xmas Tree

        More snow
        Snow forecast all week
        More snow

        Your afflictions
        Born of cold weather
        Can’t stop me

        Christmas tree
        Tucked in the corner
        Gathered today

        Neither snow,
        nor this cold's flow
        could keep me 
        from getting our Xmas tree
        or linking me
        to the Sunday 160

        Saturday, December 11, 2010

        Saturday Sickies




        Despite being housebound
        with all this snow
        I still
        managed to let germs
        catch me

        Thursday, December 9, 2010

        The Aftermath

        The snow has past,
        for now we pray.
        I believe it'll last
        till Christmas day.

        Up to my waist
        in the deep back yard.
        You should see this place!
        I might be forever scarred.

        But the sun came out
        And schools re-opened for play.
        So I just had to run about
        For kid-free retail therapy!

        55 words to you
        from me
        to throw at G-Man's flash party crew

        Tuesday, December 7, 2010

        A Winter's Day

        Late last night
        on my little side street
        sat a city truck
        with flashing lights replete.

        My heart it sank
        as questions began to mount.
        What was going on?
        What fresh hell could I now count?

         Early this morning
        my fears were realized.
         A knock on the door
        brought bad news, I surmised.

        "The water'll be turned off,"
        a man clad in orange declared.
        A water main break;
        The cause of this new despair.

        So we watched from the window
        as a hole was dug.
        Morning entertainment; cool!
        For another snowy day funk.

        Well, on the seventh day of December
        the numbers began to add.
        Would you care to do the math
        for my wintry woes comrade?

        12 yellow flags

        11 Tonnes of dirt (or something like that to fill the hole in the road afterwards)
        10 AM - When I went out with coffees (and to survey the damage)
        9 AM - When they started to dig

        8 AM - When they knocked on the door
        7th Heaven - for me as they plowed the driveway & brushed off the van (in appreciation for coffee)
        6 Big orange pylons
        5 City workers

        4 Cups of coffee (plus 1 tea for the poor guys stuck out in the snow)
        3 G-Tel vans (line locating crew)

        2 City trucks
        and 1 Back hoe to dig the hole...

         Happy Winter Days my friends!
        Oh, and I am jumping on early for One Shot Wednesday this week. Enjoy!!

        Monday, December 6, 2010

        Snow Day

        I am calling in a snow day. Today was day two of a snow squall that has settled over my fair city. We have received upwards of 30+cm already and they are calling for that again in the next 24hrs. The schools across the region were closed and we were grounded at home. That being said, I call my own snow day. No work done today, aside from cookie baking & the proverbial dinner. A rousing game of Trouble filled in the afternoon before we went out to shovel again. Now the kids are abed and after the last 36 hours, I think I shall call it quits as well. Be well, stay safe and bless you all my friends for all that you offer me. 

        Saturday, December 4, 2010

        A Lover's Winter Quarrel

        I am rap, tap, tapping at your door
        in the icy cold lee from the wind
        The icicles slip, drip, dripping from my nose
        as I wait for you to let me in.

        The stair so snow, snow, snowy around my ankles
        as a shiver starts up my ill-covered spine.
        I keep on rap, tap, tapping on the door frame
        praying that forgiveness will rend the door open in time.

        I dare not yell, tell, swell my sad story
        as to why I quake without coat in the cold.
        Rather beg, plead, coerce with remorsefulness,
        but the light clicks out in a statement far too bold.

        Just a bit of cold, bold poetic fiction for the Magpie prompt this week.

        Friday, December 3, 2010

        MK - What Have You done to Me!!

        I went to meet
        Ms Mary Kay.
        On wares aplenty
        my eyes did play.

        Fine food was served,
        but not to us.
        We got rice
        Drowned in thick, gooey sauce!

        With faces washed
        and colours picked
        We dabbed and swiped,
        Twas a palette thick.

        Well, thick enough
        to cause a fright,
        as my eyes turned pink
        later that night!

        Oh woe is me
        with delicate skin
        For MK’s products
        left my vision thin.

        I type this now
        with vision fair,
        But this morning’s visage
        was a different affair.

        Puffed up eyes
        And red rimmed lids
        A spectre wild!
        That’ll learn me kids!!

        So, no makeup for me.
        My face will have to stay bare.
        Unless I want to appear
        As your worst nightmare!

        *Photo from

        Thursday, December 2, 2010

        MK - You look Marvelous!

        I am going out this evening!

          "Where to", you ask?

        Well, I have been invited to a Mary Kay party! I said this to my Aunt this afternoon and she remarked,
           "They're still around?"

        Yup, and I get dinner and a makeover out of the deal. Sweet! I expect to be dolled up finer than anything by the end of the evening! Going to be gorgeous, so if you'll excuse me, I am going to change into something sexy to complement my anticipated makeover.

        Ready for my photo shoot!

        Have a lovely evening all! and babies...
        YOU look mahvellous!!!

        *Picture found at Flickriver

        Wednesday, December 1, 2010

        December 1st

        deck the halls with...
        hmm, how shall I deck?
        garlands add a touch of bliss
        plus reindeer, what the heck!

        Can I find the snow globes,
        maybe a snowman or two?
        What happened to Santa's wardrobe?
        His hat has been coloured blue!

        tum, tee, dum tumm...
        There's the angels three
        I don't remember where this jingle bear came from,
        but there's my old ceramic lit-up tree!

        Oh, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
        yes, the flakes are in the air
        I have started on my shopping checklist
        and Bob & Doug McKenzie are singing the 12 days of Christmas without a care

        My sides are tickled raw
        for their 2 pounds of back bacon and beer in a tree,
        yes True Canadians, Hahaha
        Oh, let's pull out all the other Christmas CDs!

        Well, I should vacuum and dust the house
        so that I can place the ornaments just so
        ah, my favourite; Mrs. Claus & her spouse!
        Yup, December 1st and the festive season has hit me all aglow!

        Happy Holiday!
        from little ole me
        at a New Day
        playing the Oneshot Wednesday spree


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