MICHAEL MICHAEL IN THE MORNING. A tiny black and white butterfly hovers around me often when I sun myself at 8 a.m. every morning. Today, he landed on my shoulder. I said, “Hello, guardian angel.” He lingered for a while and went off. He protects me from falling as I recuperate from knee surgery. OneContinue reading “Coping with the Pandemic”
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