Angels Come in ALL Shapes and Sizes

Nope. Not my garden. Not my logs. But…

…so close it’s uncanny.

My Hairy Biker neighbour with his extremely stressed life has just dropped off a pile of split, wet logs for my burner.

Out of the blue.

I had no idea.

Happy Sigh :o)

 

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive.

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