Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tunes without words
and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
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LIFE ON THE SIDEWALK a photo essay
As most of you know I move in a wheelchair. My observations are different than someone who walks. Quite simply, I'm lower to the gro...
I love this.... so good to see you posting!
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ReplyDeleteSo beautiful Susan!
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