Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on May 2, 2016 by Jan Wilberg

Pluck a hard flower
Carry it close with gloved hands
Cherish the sharp edge
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Beautiful lines.. Is that a real flower? Gorgeous!
It is a real flower. Isn’t it amazing? I took the picture at a garden in Key West.