Perhaps your childhood ends.
I mean truly, really Ends.
With a large, capital E.
When you no longer celebrate
The day you were born.
But instead, you flee.
Birthday
Stories, Poetry and Essays
Stories, Poetry and Essays
Perhaps your childhood ends.
I mean truly, really Ends.
With a large, capital E.
When you no longer celebrate
The day you were born.
But instead, you flee.
Maria Sjöstrand 
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Thanks 🙂
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I am enjoying reading your poetry. A New Zealand blogger and myself will start a poetry challenge in the next month or so. I hope that you might be tempted to join in! We would love to have you on board.
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Thank you 😊 sadly I’ve promised myself no challenges or anything else I have to complete – between my bachelor, my job, and my book, I have enough on my plate 😅😆
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You sound very busy!
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Actually, I do have time to spare, but why put more stress on yourself than necessary? 🙂
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I totally agree. Quality not Quantity is important.
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