Every day when my husband's home and I have to go to work, he brings me my freshly brewed good morning. Sometimes I even manage to open up one eye. My fave version is a live one, but you'll get the idea.
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Livin' the acoustic life in the electric city. Music, musing, poetry, nature. Travels both real and introspective, observations, pieces of my mind and heart. An eclectic slice of life.
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November
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- Still Thankful
- That is The Point
- Happy Thanksgiving
- Spirits
- Eye
- Second hand
- Hard
- Leftovers
- Isn't it time?
- Learning
- Shadows & Light
- Puppy uppers
- apples
- Weeds
- Think different
- Thankful for midwest music
- Whimsy
- Sky sight
- Hearts and Crafts
- Obscuriana
- Last gasp
- Prickleberry
- Harmony and me
- Thanksgiving Patina
- A Month of Gratitude
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