Venice, again.
I had forgot
the earrings
I bought there
and then lost,
one after
the other,
maybe too
careless
with things,
but never
with feelings.
I remember
them, clear
as the Adriatic,
and it’s raining
there while
it’s raining here,
and just how
many places
has this rain
been? Counting
the same place
more than once,
of course, as
no place
ever stays
the same.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Loving your poetry!
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Thanks, Charlotte!
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your work is starting to seep into me … carelessly
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I’ve gone and put you in with the ‘others’ with this one – it’s not quite a re-blog, but it is better because of all the awkward conversations you can have with the others about what on earth you are doing here, there …
https://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/others/
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I didn’t realize you had an others section, am looking forward to investigating the fellow others, thank you!
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C you have a new gravatar pic with a cheeky smile. Like it.
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Thanks! That’s my oh how happy I would be if I could permanently live at the beach smile 🙂
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I like it.
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Oh, this one really grabbed me. Your deft, light touch, as always, shines.
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