Tapping fingers deftly weave
electric webs of life and grief
life lessons learned, old loves retrieved
abated breaths of disbelief
How can the faceless sew so well
this patchwork quilt of straining seams
how can the speechless lips still tell
nostalgic tales of long lost dreams
Bless this silent sisterhood
warming lives with cold machines
bless the wicked and the good
but bless most those caught in between
~poem by WilECyote
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[The Living Room]
[The Bedroom]
[The Kitchen]
[The Temple]
[The Garden]
[The Bathroom]
[The Hot Tub]
Under construction..