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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
beautiful. straw hat as the protector
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Yes a straw hat can shield the sun as well as the tears.
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Very touching – and readable – haibun ”waves roll debris on wet sand; seagulls screech for revellers’ leftovers” just amazing sounds here, really tickles how these words roll together themselves, though of course touching scene.
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Thank you, Hamish, I am touched you enjoyed the prose for often I find the narrative is more lyrical than than haiku.
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H the joy of remembered dances
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Free spirited and innocent:)
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The aftermath of a celebration is always sad somehow, as is your haibun.
Underneath Their Straw Hats
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Bittersweet I think, recalling the good times and the dead silence afterwards.
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A memory captured. In just a few words you managed to tell so much of the characters, their place and time. I love this 🙂
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed this haiku:)
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