Cold, grey, raining, Friday the 13th, my 57th anniversary of living and I’m grateful to be alive and for everyone I love, and to be loved, and the plants that please me…

Cold, grey, raining, Friday the 13th, my 57th anniversary of living and I’m grateful to be alive and for everyone I love, and to be loved, and the plants that please me…
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