Forest Garden

What is it to love? What is it to finally let go? What is it to indulge? To live past the throws? What is it to open? What is it to fall?

What is it to speak? What is it to know? What is it to laugh? What is it to cry? What is it to be missed?

Bottle uncorks to a great glass of wine. I found her. That silly lovely one. Sitting under a cherry tree and reading of days old. Golden was that sun that kissed her a glad hello.

Asian Massage

Korean Dinner

My little Zen home garden in progress.

New life follows those willing to love.

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