...thoughts fall like dried leaves to the the Braille litany of the forest floor.
Your words offer a blessed balm to my wounded spirit… deep bow of gratitude to you📿🕊️
And to you! Thank you for reading - wishing you the peace of stillness today.
Your words offer a blessed balm to my wounded spirit… deep bow of gratitude to you📿🕊️
And to you! Thank you for reading - wishing you the peace of stillness today.