Not a Russ Murray or “Haikumages” photograph; actually a painting by my mother Elizabeth, which hangs in my brother’s home…
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haikumages 
Love, love this one
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Thank you! It is a haiku-reworking of an old expression, which has proven itself true over and over again in my life and among people I care about…
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