Through minutes, days, weeks, months, and years, all is one.
December 22nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
As the dew dries, newness begins. Shadows flutter and tea prepares within flowers. Morning routines. Invigorating to the lungs. My breathe is deep. The day is good.
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