Still, chill Saturday
Snow stopped, temps creeping upward
Stray sunbeam or two
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Lovely!
Thank you, Lynn.
I really needed those sunbeams yesterday
I’m glad to hear they came your way. 🙂
So filled with promise. Thank you.
You are welcome, my friend. 🙂
This is a lovely moment of a poem – it captures the effects of those sunbeams beautifully.
Thank you, Andrea.