Counting down the days,
The sunrises and the sleeps,
From death to new life sprouting
And the promises of spring,
Freedom buds and blooms.
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Tanka
Originally published 20 January 2018 at 9:49 AM as I prepared to leave my home for a hospital far from home to get specialized help for my healing and recovery from amputation so I would be able to walk and dance again.
the kintsukuroi life 
❤❤❤❤ Spring. Spring.
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Mmmm! Yessss!
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Pardon if my comment waxes poetic…
There is a thread, here, that is woven from golden possibilities and silver probabilities. I cannot wait to see the final tapestry.
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Your remark makes me think of Golden Threads (Nov something or other)… I can’t wait either.
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I bet it did. It was intentional. 🙂
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Ooooo… clever!
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I have my moment. 😉
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Tanka! I’m liking this.~Kim
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Thank you! ~Kit
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sleep
weep
do not let despair
creep
into your immortal soul!
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