Meet Me in this Moment, this Body, this Breath...
Spring blossoms say, "Please, please be quiet," but I just keep singing to them. Their lives are so short, the flowers in my garden. But they don't complain. Photos: Apple trees in bloom all over my little town, flowers in my backyard.
Their lives are so short, the flowers in my garden. But they don't complain.
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