Some telemarketer called and said "Is the Lady of The House in?" I said "Sorry ... the Lady is in Waiting." :::click::: I was so pleased that a telemarketer was inspired to hang up on me. :o) Shortly thereafter ... a shocking thunder crashed around the house ... in the middle of winter. I was so excited! Thunder in Winter! I prayed a good omen. Here's what Annie the Muse chose to infuse:
I need to reside below the mesa
above Thor's hand
where fences split rail
and buffalo isn't a city
where stones sing as well
as they skip over brooks
enchanted land
enchanted dreams
awaken in my wishing star
the Tree that tends the range
and holds the key to my heart
for the window seat in my soul's nook
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