Day 687, Startled. Day's pictures, Poetry I wonder down memory. Don’t see what I am looking. When freedom flies close. Startled I go. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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