The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Just Breathe

Grateful for a day off, a coff of cuppee, a nice breeze, blank journal pages and quiet.



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