I think god made the trees to remind me to breathe and to stand when everything changes and to make something majestic out of this crookedness.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I think god made the trees to remind me to breathe and to stand when everything changes and to make something majestic out of this crookedness.
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when grief bleeds out measure of Time may dally- this seems, to the naked eye depressants are but tuneless air in the snow- chills from dogma’s speech
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