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Fickle

The scent of seasons changes with each drifting breeze— as do all my dreams

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 8/15/2024 12:06:00 PM
Hello Jerry Brotherton, yes the season does change with the scent of the chanfge of the season. enjoy your dcay my friend. /Darlene/
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Date: 7/7/2024 10:35:00 AM
Excelsior! Wow, does this one ever resonate with this dreamer. Mine are more fickle than a bleeding pickle. ~ gw
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Date: 7/7/2024 7:24:00 AM
A deep thought and lovely. I have interesting dreams that fade as soon as I wake usually. Some rare occasions I remember and they come true like the foretelling of my father’s death. And the dream that my brother purchased a boat. Both came true and of course there was no way for me to know it’d happen as neither had told me anything of plans.
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Date: 7/6/2024 8:42:00 AM
as the years roll past, the dreams begin to fade.
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Date: 7/6/2024 4:26:00 AM
dream on Jerry, dream on
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