“Sometimes we just have to stop and feel the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of the seasons, and the internal voice that was once our childhood friend.” Fennel Hudson
Beneath the dome of night, a trillion stars A chorus hushed, a cosmic, wordless song. The wind sighs secrets through the ancient firs, And whispers, brus…
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