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.

Welcome, March

 


March started without me! Got caught up with work and did not have time to prepare my journal as usual. Ok, now I’m ready. . . Not too entirely satisfied with it, but I’m ready.

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