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My Heart Map

Starting off in the center of the heart we have dogs, children, and cats, playing and frolicking From there we can spread out in several directions Poetry village is to the north where poems land gently on our heads Traveling down through our shoulders, and touching our souls while we sleep If we prefer to go east, we land in artistic paint meadow Where faeries, elves, and mushroom houses entice cartooning To the west is a meadow full of deer who give us a meditative vibe. South? Um....I am not sure you are ready for that yet. Okay, maybe you are. Come join me, and let's be wild and carefree, reliving the seventies.

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Date: 6/12/2021 11:11:00 AM
You know, Caren, there really are some people who never moved on and are still living in the seventies. I love them. Great courage.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/13/2021 12:16:00 AM
I love them too. I am such a hippie!