Seasoning as silver linings, Heidi and Ox chill with the quill, hoping Phil will be boxed by his shadow, delaying their date with Sunny’s days, when they must disembogue from cherished place—shifting from pristine peace to go’s flow. ; )

In consideration of her cock-a-hoop state regarding promotion’s relate, Hannah was not quite sure where to point her thanks, but as someone who had long tried to trade barking up the wrong trees for parking by the supportive ones, upwards seemed an appropriate direction. ; )

She loves me [so starred],

She loves me not [trust marred],

She loves me [her guard],

She loves me not [caynard],

She loves me [bloomed yard],

She loves me not [fails hard],

She loves me [bright bard]! ; )

Mum continuously watched out—and occasionally cried—for her contumacious joey, who ever refused to stay either close or pouched, but as time passed, she realized the little one—arguably too bold—also deftly held with a fiercest hold…and maybe she could finally justify letting go of mistrust in order to hold onto faith. ; )

A tip for the tall: whether as Tippy’s barrad or Tappy’s broad odd, whether amidst neighbouring sneeze or afternoon breeze, stand firmly rooted in homely set, where leans still stand even as they let. ; )