The beach has precious things. Stones and shells, seaweed and feathers. Each one beautiful. And together, amazing. Same same like you and you and me. Precious all. Sisters and brothers all. A mosaic of Being.
not all who wander are lost
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1 comment:
same, same.
mmm.
can you leave that picture of your hands up for awhile? i love those hands. i recognize their shape and wrinkles.
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