There are songs which wait to be composed. Books which wait to be worded. Sculptures which wait to be carved.
They all fly somewhere between heaven and the earth, waiting to find that warm place in someone’s soul where they are free to grow.
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Very nice!
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Thank You 🙂
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You’ve turned away from the moon. 🙂 May a new song burst forth from that rich warmth that is you.
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I feel like I need to turn away from my website to yours again 🙂
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Yours is beautiful and smart. This post seemed different. Not better or worse just a new different place I’ve not seen before. It is a lovely place. I noticed so I thought I would say so.
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It makes me smile when ever you come bye.
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Oooh – I like this. And I love your avatar! 😉
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Thanks.Took that picture in the street flower market 🙂
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For real!
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