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skeribsheri.bsky.social
@skeribsheri.bsky.social
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Obviously my rain lilies are in heaven right now ☺️
May 29, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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May 10, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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More teeth!
February 27, 2025 at 10:41 PM
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My recent work trip to Fayetteville, NC 🥶
February 21, 2025 at 10:59 PM
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@Micklers Daisy had a blast and I found a few teeth. It was gorgeous out today!
January 26, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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New sticker...💓 rain dogs
January 16, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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December 30, 2024 at 6:19 PM
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Daisy had a blast today at Mickler's! But so much sand in my SUV! 😬 No shark teeth but shells beds are returning 😊
December 24, 2024 at 11:02 PM
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December 1, 2024 at 1:39 AM
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E Street!
November 23, 2024 at 11:32 PM
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November 17, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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My absolute favorite poem. . .
The Woman at the Washington Zoo By Randall Jarrell The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at the leopard like the leopard. And I.... this print of mine, that has kept its color Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null Navy I wear to work, and wear from work, and so To my bed, so to my grave, with no Complaints, no comment: neither from my chief, The Deputy Chief Assistant, nor his chief— Only I complain.... this serviceable Body that no sunlight dyes, no hand suffuses But, dome-shadowed, withering among columns, Wavy beneath fountains—small, far-off, shining In the eyes of animals, these beings trapped As I am trapped but not, themselves, the trap, Aging, but without knowledge of their age, Kept safe here, knowing not of death, for death— Oh, bars of my own body, open, open! The world goes by my cage and never sees me. And there come not to me, as come to these, The wild beasts, sparrows pecking the llamas’ grain, Pigeons settling on the bears’ bread, buzzards Tearing the meat the flies have clouded.... Vulture, When you come for the white rat that the foxes left, Take off the red helmet of your head, the black Wings that have shadowed me, and step to me as man: The wild brother at whose feet the white wolves fawn, To whose hand of power the great lioness Stalks, purring.... You know what I was, You see what I am: change me, change me!
November 16, 2024 at 2:35 AM
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Why yes! I like pretzels too! @ King Maker Brewing
November 15, 2024 at 12:59 AM