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The road home

Home is not a place remembered, but a feeling renewed—the hills, the rain, and a quiet welcome waiting before you arrive. Hamlet - misty val...

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

What am I to you

A rhythmic silence?
Lullaby singing to sleep?
Wildflower bursting?

Linking with #Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Sing & Flower

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.