Words aren't always able to express the subtle nuances of Experience.. Each finding our own substance as per our readiness for it.. striking a different note a different connotation at different moments.. like the same sunshine warms in winter and burns in summer..
Happy new year
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To both the Angels in my life,
Today I woke up to clouds dancing exultant rhythmic patterns across a deep
blue sky, as my eyes chased the sun playing hi...

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