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disillusion comes easily abandoned but preserving a lone voice that speaks the truth crying in the wilderness echos…
Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
Resting in the simplicity and sounds of nature, even when it is only in my memory. God bless!…
my eyes burn from the brilliant intensity of the midday sun sitting in silence listening for answers that…
“Isn’t a single drop sometimes enough?” ~M