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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths
it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by
the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no
idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly
.
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annamosca 
Love the thoughts, olive trees and souls. J
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Thank you Jeanne, they both love light and endure strong winds and droughts… and so much more to say! Not Rosaries Nor Missals will continue for a few days on this blog, hope to see you here again.
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