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Laying my Burdens Down

THE BASKET- Sheri King Ward, 2014 ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฎ๐ง๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ. ๐’๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐š๐๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ. ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ... Continue Reading →

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Painting the Poem

ย  Renovating our beloved 111 yr old house, again. This time, the dining room. Room by room we have made this house our home. For 22 years we have lived with no insulation in this room. So out comes the old painted-over panelling, the 50โ€˜s wallpaper, the lathe and plaster underneath, the 1960โ€™s ceiling tiles... Continue Reading →

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