Window Story

For those of you who liked the hyacinth, I wanted you to see the little vase. Jackie gave it to me years ago. She always brought me little things from her yard sale forays. So sweet.

The balloons, I gave my mom years ago. She kept it in her kitchen window. Looking out her window one would see a beautiful garden and the barn in the distance.

The lighter, the dark object not very clear, was Freddie’s. It states: some days all I want to be is a missing person.

Obviously, I like pink flamingos…I do not need any more!

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