This is another of S. Thomas’s poems that I absolutely love. Hope you go to his blog to finish reading it!
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Simple and Great.
I could feel the cold of the cellar around me.
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I agree. He is great.
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I wonder if I’m losing my mind when I read that poem I could feel the cold damp basement, could almost taste the cream. I would imagine if I never had seen those old clay crocks and the genuine cream it would have been more foreign no doubt.
Judy, I don’t know what to make of this blog of mine, it has taken off so crazy I’m having trouble answering comments. I feel like they deserve to be answered, if someone takes time to write something and make a comment. Thanks for all your help along the way.
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You don’t have time to answer them all or don’t know what to say?
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