This morning as I waited for my coffee to perk and stared out my kitchen window where I normally look at the magical moon or brightly shining Venus or the smattering of stars hanging in the treetops, there was nothing to see. As the sky turned my favorite shade of morning, all I could think of was what’s next? What are they plotting right now?
That’s all I know to do.
Pray for Paris.
Pray for everyone
before we fade away.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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The Rolling Stones, Gimme Shelter