[Kristeen]

I didn’t see the guidelines. I was captivated by the salt and pepper tendrils.

[Kristeen]

Your beard is on point….welcome to your Santa Clause era.

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Arise my friend. The song from the sun is playing that familiar horn. Take my hand my friend. We can march or we can dance to the sundial drum. Play on my friend. The brilliant sherbet sky pulls the blanket of blues, calming, caressing, sweet kisses placed random and yet the motif reflects lifes nuance; strongest at our crown; cascading down to the soul. Lay with me my friend; A mosaic sonata resonates from our joined within to us as parted without. Until we meet again my friend.