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I find myself sensitive today to invisible voices, my ears pressed to the trees, listening deep. I’ve been told there’s a quiet truth to be heard in the silence but all I gather from the world is the noise. June… Continue Reading →
I have a place I walk when I need to think. As I pass the smallest flowers and the trees, both grand and broken, the active thoughts in my brain slow. Sometimes I then hear a quiet truth from deep… Continue Reading →
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