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A welcome glint

In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

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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2 comments:

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

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