When I was young, I thought all birds sang, all plants bloomed, and all hearts loved.
Then I learned some birds are happy to quack, and ferns and mosses don’t bloom.
But even in the sunset of my days, I know a heart without love is no heart at all.
A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenges of 50 word stories. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published last year.
I appreciate the simplicity. Touching and truly sweet. Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Brava!
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beautiful.
Thank you, Ilona.
Beautiful
Thanks for taking time to respond, Yogita.
This is really lovely! Thank you!
I appreciate your taking time to comment, Nina.