Only the darkness can give us light to see what our mind thought was a creature, but it only is the shadow of what our own soul wanted to see..................
The days lately have cold with mother nature's kiss, rain and low temps leading up the day for fireworks to paint the sky with their shimmery sparkles. The smell of barbaques will plague the blocks with cuisines personal to them.
Glad mother nature has sprinkled tears to earth, to keep the flames of misfortune to the dry fields and forests. Which is all good. Hope the fourth will uneventful, will be at a friends house party, helping with the grills, people that I do not know and a night of bands and block dancing. Does it every year.
Love reading journals on VR, but seem to have drama or political views, I just laugh at some of them. We all have our preferences thats what makes this world great. But some have truly deep words in lyrics and life's on going time. Love to read these words. Art is the meaning of life, in paintings, words and imagery thoughts of a mind.
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I'm making deviled eggs for my friend's barbecue this weekend. Thankfully his back porch is covered so he doesn't have to grill in the rain
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