Happiness. It's relative.
Boy’s blue umbrella Unfurled, sprinkler’s hard rain foiled Called in for dinner ___________________ Photo by nameless 3791 on Unsplash
Pluck. Comfortableness with uncomfortableness. I won’t jump out of a plane, though someone once invited me, and it would have been a very good friendship kind of thing to do. I’m not courageous. I wouldn’t hold the flashlight and walk into the woods to… Continue Reading “My Pluck is All Glittery”
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