Jim was the container to hold her joy in life. He disappeared. The base was intact. She just had to drill a hole, for happiness to re-enter.
Inspired by Twittering Tales #20 at Kat Myrman
The Stem of Life
Jim was the container to hold her joy in life. He disappeared. The base was intact. She just had to drill a hole, for happiness to re-enter.
Inspired by Twittering Tales #20 at Kat Myrman
Autocorrect and the choice of the perfect emoticons, are forms of expression I have not mastered yet. š
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Beautiful Reena! š
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Thanks!
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I had meant to post a smiley…but the frownie popped in. š/š It is a bittersweet tale though. Well done!
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