I’m sure everyone has different feelings about the place they stay during their early recovery. I have a warm attachment to the place we stayed; a bed & breakfast in a gorgeous Victorian house on a tree lined street not far from
Here’s what I wrote while we were still there:
Camellia Rose
Deep in the flora
Of a tropical paradise
Down where palms stand tall
Spanish moss clings to oaks
And gators growl
I found my beautiful
Camellia Rose
Our affair began
The moment I set eyes
On her graceful, classic form
And I knew I would never
Seek shelter in other arms
Once she opened herself to me
If ever I must leave
Be it only for a single day
This lovely flower
Will forever remain in my heart
As if I began a new life here
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