Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on April 6, 2021 by Jan Wilberg

Kicked cans gather down
Alleys, against garage doors
Sun and time polished
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Photo credit: Photo by Pamela Callaway on Unsplash
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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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