Let's go there now. This island you've built for us. I see it surrounded not by the sound of the surf but the beating of your heart next to mine. No sun to warm us instead we bask in the glow of love's flame. The sun shines down on our little island and the tropic nights sing our lullaby. Our island. Here. With you. (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Leonardo Valente from Pixabay
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Whoa!!! Really love this, Dear Penny!!! Bellissimo!!!
xoxo 💖💖🌹🌹✨✨😁
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Thank you, Chuck and thank you again for another reblog!! You’re my hero! 😉 ❤
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Magical, Penny! 💕
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Thank you and thank you for spending some time exploring my blog! You’re a sweetheart, Beckie! Big Hugs!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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I try to play catch up weekly… It’s so difficult when I have so many people I love to read… Add that to my meds during the day and I’m exhausted.
I aologize that it took so long to read.
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Oh, Beckie. No apologizes needed, ever! My reading of all of my favorite blogs, yours included, is always hit and miss. It just depends on what I have time for. I’m just so pleased that you enjoyed my musings and took the time to visit and explore!! Thank you, Sweet Lady!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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You’re so very welcome. I actually figure out why I wasn’t catching a lot of your work. I had to go back into settings to view daily. This way, I don’t miss a thing. LOL!
I love when I can figure things out! LOL! 🤣
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🙂 Thanks, Beckie. ❤
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Lovely imagery. 🌴
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Thank you!
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