Musings from the 30-day Sit Spot Challenge
The sun beats down on the ice-encrusted trees and they weep. Some tears are liquid. Some are crystalline. Today’s lesson: Sometimes you just have to cry, not because of sadness or melancholy… but because of the intense beauty that surrounds us.
wasn’t it a magical morning? Adele was telling me today how pretty the tops of the hills were!
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wasn’t it a magical morning? Adele was telling me today how pretty the tops of the hills were!