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Folds of Autumn

Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Ripples in the wind

Ripples in the wind,
the whispers calling you home, 
to the waiting arms.



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

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