Moments…
They come and go. And most times, sneak past us on tiptoes, slipping away as silently as they entered.
And we miss them.
But not lately. Lately, each one is noticed. And appreciated.
Whether it be…hard or sad. Crafted. Fleeting. Special or mundane. Every single one is precious. Unrepeatable.
And sometimes, all we’ve got.
So stand strong. Watch from that lookout that’s threatening to collapse around you. Hunt for them. Steal them if you have to. And hang on. Don’t let even one escape.
Because these are the moments, my friends. And it’s tempting to believe that they’ll never end.
But they will.
Over and over again.
Hazy Shades of Me 
Very true Hazy.
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I’ve got a lump in my throat. I’m wrapping my loving arms around you from across the ocean!
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Fleeting moments, love all your blogs Hazy
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So nice to hear, Liz. Thank you!
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I love the moments I spend reading your posts xxxx
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That is such a sweet thing to say, my friend. Thank you so much!
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