Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on October 28, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Windowsill’s stone hearts
Each with its pocket story
Collected for rain
Category: WritingTags: haiku, Lake Superior, poetry

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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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Good one! I just wrote about Duluth which is also on the north shore of Lake Superior. What a coincidence!