Time is a constant artist
marking our years together,
reflecting seasonal colours.
It’s a sculptor tracing years on skin
from the moment we begin,
a novelist writing our book.
Now we have time to pause
and marvel at the winter sun
composing poems in our garden.
Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2024
Thirty-one years ago.
writing in north norfolk 
written in the stars Kim – congratulations
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Thank you, Laura!
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Happy anniversary, Kim!
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“from the moment we begin,
a novelist writing our book.” – such a profound yet simple way to describe it, I love how the verse makes me imagine.
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Thank you!
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Happy Anniversary, Kim! You both look so joyful in the photo.
“It’s a sculptor tracing years on skin
from the moment we begin,
a novelist writing our book.”
Beautiful!
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Thanks so much, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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I love it! Happy Anniversary, Kim.
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Thank you so much, Colleen!
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It was a pleasure to share your celebration.
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Congratulations Kim! What a happy moment that obviously was. (K)
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Thank you so much, Kerfe!
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Awesome, happy anniversary! ❤
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Thank you!
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