My mother is a cyclone and she touched down this week.
If I could alter this picture while at work there would be a big red circle with a line through it overtop of the picture.
The message being...No Cyclones Allowed.
Three weeks ago I sat surrounded by all my favorite people in the world, the people I would take with me if I was stranded on the proverbial desert island.
I gotta remember that and remind myself that cyclones are not allowed on my desert island.
Not anymore.
1 comment:
My friend, it's a testimony to your strengths and beauty that you're able to still stand after the cyclones come in. I'd be more than happy on your island and help build you a hut where you can't even hear those winds.
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