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12/22/2025 08:21:17

Sorry for not been personal today with my comment!




12/22/2025 04:35:19

Have a lucky new week and an easy day to-day , dear Friend!


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12/22/2025 02:27:37

Hello,  start your Monday with smiles!

Merry  Christmas, and may the joy of the

 holidays be repeated every day of the new year 

  to come. My idea of ​​Christmas, whether old-

fashioned or modern, is very simple: to love others. 

now  that I think about it, why do we have to wait   

until Christmas to do it? Blessings to you and your 

family, Maria




12/22/2025 01:09:12

Good morning dear friend, have a wonderful week. Merry Christmas. Hugs and kisses.




12/21/2025 21:40:16



12/21/2025 20:18:27

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12/21/2025 19:44:05

Happy Winter solstice! This poem, probably familiar to you, takes place on "the darkest evening of the year."  That would be tonight!  :)   Hope you are snug!  :)  xox










Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   



12/21/2025 19:42:55

Happy Winter solstice! This poem, probably familiar to you, takes place on "the darkest evening of the year."  That would be tonight!  :)   Hope you are snug!  :)  xox








Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   




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