After Sunday’s snow
Morning sets fluffy white clouds
Afloat in blue sky
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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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Beautiful.
OK, Mama Nature, enough snow, let us move forward to the stench of spring 😉
I’m so ready! 🙂
Aren’t we all!!
That’s been our spring this week – sun, rain, snow hail, sun……….but a delightful rainbow!
Your rainbow is a wonderful sign of hope, Andrea. I’m waiting for mine.