Part One Is snowing. Big fluffy flakes spark and swayed in the wind, hiding everything under white cottony layers on its way. I get out of bed ready for my morning coffee, and as I look at the snow covering the window’s sill, a tiny sparrow chirps and flies around to catch my attention. You…
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I don’t remember when it started, I think that I knew all my life I was destined to fight this war. The burden of fate, the all-encompassing certainty that things shall unfold the way they are meant to; no matter how much you crave to have a choice. I don’t remember my parents, I was
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir It is a sad day when a tree is struck be lighting, burned in a fire or just dies of decay and sickness. Nature has its own way of changing and renewing. Disturbances
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Part One Is snowing. Big fluffy flakes spark the tulle swayed by the wind, hiding under white cottony layers everything on its way. I get out of bed ready for my morning coffee, and as I look at the snow covering the window’s sill, a tiny sparrow chirps and flies around to catch my attention.
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“Listening is a form of accepting” Stella Terril Mann How many times in life we let opportunities; or just simple delightful moments, pass by because we were not paying attention? When experiencing the need for something else, or in moments of distress we ask for inspiration, we pray and wait, wait, wait… Are we so
He said it was “Shame” That in which I hide myself She said I was free, Because I knew my true-self In a comma of the senses Endlessly feelings spin Thoughts jump irreverently Drawing paths and mapping tweaks I stand here, but have not left yet Trying to make sense Of what in the heck
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