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Painted

We paint our own colorful skies viewing them only through our eyes. We see and hear of greed, hate, anger and pain tales of valor, strength, fortitude and gain. We build our character to guide us along the way turbulence helps to cleanse our souls each day. Taking so much for granted in our routine life sometimes blinded by the world's strife. We paint our own world in colorful hues Colors may vary quickly changing the view. 12/07/17

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 7/23/2018 7:45:00 PM

G'day Phyllis … very good Phyl. While everything appears reasonably rosy about us, there is so much black and grey painted almost everywhere else these days - wise indeed - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/11/2017 8:47:00 PM

It's important to recognize the building of character by turbulence (though I do not like when it comes my way) Wonderful. I had to see this one first. Now I will go to soupmail.

Jack Horne

Date: 7/27/2017 12:00:00 PM

coming back to enjoy this again, my friend - get well soon x

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/11/2017 12:43:00 PM

Thanks my friend for a second visit. My muse seems to be on holidays and trying to recover quickly but going slowly. Will send you a note. love phyl

Jack Horne

Date: 7/16/2017 8:49:00 AM

yes, such words of wisdom, my friend. hope you are very much on the mend x

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/11/2017 12:43:00 PM

Thanks Jack.