Wrong, by Britta Benson

Wrong Wrong, just a matter of right, seen from another side of the same round world. Your day, my night, never quite catching up, bound by otherness. Opposites? Just long distance friendships tied with the unobtrusive courtesy of freedom.

When nothing goes right, by Britta Benson

I passed this sign today. Of course, I had to stop, take a picture and then write a wee poem about it. Here goes: When nothing goes right, go left, meander, wiggle, hop, skip and jump. Hope, then smile!

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