brushed by leaves golden fruit floats in midair
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untamed life springs from fertile ground greets the sun
December. Time to feel eagerly impatient. Eager to escape the weariness, the heaviness of waiting to be set free. To discover new life that’s been incubating all these years. Surely you’ve been there, too? Or are? I am. Read the rest of this entry »