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Hope all have a great memorial day weekend. May it be filled with friends, food and laughter.

But as the day draws to its end and the night kisses the mountain tops, remember those who sacrificed to give you the life you live everyday. Also remember those family and friends they once graced your life.

Those memories keep the lost soul alive in our hearts and in our mind. A face or memory forgotten; the soul fades into nothingness, and is forever lost to this world.

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calebtoole23
08:09 May 26 2025

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Been trying to find the right pictures that flow in my profile and portfolio, grrrr. Let it be for now tell right pictures show themselves. Giving myself a headache. Lol

But I think I am close or done, should just stop changing it, be happy with it. Not

Wow its only Tuesday and work has felt like an eternity this week. Problems with workers, machinery breakdowns seem to hamper the mill this week. I hope the rest of the week seems to smooth out. but hey it is what is it. Unchangeable and unpredictable life sweetest heart aches.

Happy Mothers day to all those here on VR.

A time for me to remember my mom who is no longer her on earth. Time for reflection of the past ticks of the clock. All the good times and yes some of the bad,the adventures ofmy youth and later years. For without the memories we forget the person and their time and they vanish forever from our mind.

Keep your hearts open to all the mothers who have touched your life at some time. .

Enjoy your day .........for tomorrow isn't promised.

Another day travels to its end, the sun waves to the moon and says goodnight as it fades the light from Mother Earth, thus creating its shadow world of illusion and trickery.

Spirits come to play beek a boo with lights of the mill and its city of lights. Shadows that play tricks in our mind that creates the fear that shudders mortal humans. For is it just the glimpse out of roaming eye do we see them or is it a mist in the mind that creates the illusion of the shadow demons.

Time to head to home and away from the work that engulfs most of my day. The moon calls to my soul, it's light, its force. It follows me home among the canopy of trees. I stop and stare one last time, in awww, before I enter my home.

Goodnight to all under the moon.

The sun this morning is playing peek a boo behind the colorful clouds. A smell of oncoming rain is floating in the wind. I pour the tiny critter food around the tree, watching their little eyes watching, waiting , starving to eat.

My mouth utters small clicks as I assure them no harm. My friends from the trees with bushy tails, that flutter in appreciation. I smile as I walk away to turn and watch as they rush the seeds and dried corn. Breakfast for the squirrels and chipmunks is served.

Larry the blue Jay is squeaking high up in the branches, calling to others that the feeding tree is ready.

My usual morning routine.