In a Sunday silence, she hopscotches to a nuance in 2018 when a handsome man offered a hand of conversation.
He walked with her and stopped in front of a Spanish Colonial residence shrouded in exotic flora and fauna.
“ That’s where I live,” he said keenly.
“ How long have you lived there? she asked
“ Thirteen years. I am so grateful for my home.”
She silenced her thoughts, less thankful of her dome.
She once lived on a street
Of serenity and beauty
Her view was scoured with a sightlessness of New Mexican history
Unshaken by the homes regal display
To live without grateful when your basket is complete.
Is like living in blindness from head to foot.
The inner voice where gaps of expression are liberated. 
Lou Lou, your pictures are very sweet, so is the story. It is so difficult to be grateful. You don’t even realize what you have is worth millions until you lose it. I think that’s true for everyone. Better times are waiting for you; just a little more patience. 😘
On Wed, Apr 28, 2021 at 4:29 PM STEP BEHIND MY SCREEN OF STORIES. The inner voice where gaps of expressi
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