lindamood
Quiet Days with a Noisy Mind
Every once and a while I cross a slice of forest or field that arrests me. My thoughts are silenced by its radiant serenity, and I am tempted to wallow...
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Every once and a while I cross a slice of forest or field that arrests me. My thoughts are silenced by its radiant serenity, and I am tempted to wallow...