RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing in living rooms of my mind, having fun while
leisurely enjoying a sunny, hot morning in Phoenix.
Satisfying interior modes of recreation while never
A wonderfully peaceful experience that I repeat often,
because it calms my soul as I write about it.
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