November 4, 2012 § 1 Comment

Evening light tugs at the fields and creatures they house. The peachicks have arrived, and so has winter. In this land of birds, little is missed in patterns of change. There is now an everyday revelry in the new.

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  • Ruth, i just wanted to say that I love the words you always share, its like just a running beautiful conversation with a friend. That embrace by itself is a precious jewel to be able to share , but also to be on the receiving end. Your heart and spirit always shines greatly…just wanted to let you know! God bless!


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