We fought every Sunday (most of them), but on Monday we made peace.
Aviva Stone (1948-2007)
This blog is dedicated to her memory
Thursday, February 1, 2024
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Between here and there
Between here and there
I live in a garden,
A parlor between two worlds
Our free rental
No furniture, beside our memories
But an embrace from heaven
In the land of whisper
When you visit, a bird comes first
And the rose smiles
The wind shapes your hand in the leaves
Saying "I am here"
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Monday, July 8, 2013
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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