like dust I settle and sink
mired wetly into mud
as one storm passes
another ones threatens
my sanity stretches thin
Thin Dirt
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RED GLADIOLA 
Between life’s storms, I would hope your “mired sanity” has an opportunity to dry, and enjoy the warmth of sunshine. 🙂
Thanks for the kind words! I hope life is treating you well. =)
PS… Do… very much… enjoy your work.
Hope the storms have calmed!
Not quite, but I do see a possible end. =)
❤