Warm pockets of air juxtaposed by strange coolness like the breath of angels saying to keep moving.
When moving from the place where light is clear, life becomes rich.
Windows of the soul thrown open to let the fresh breeze enter and the warmth touch the world outside.
There are smiles in this life that etch deeply and firmly reside as memories.
One look laced with encouragement can blaze brilliantly through sadness and lift a spirit.
Gratitude is ripe on the branch and I will stand underneath and cherish nectar spilling onto my whole body.
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Always so beautiful!
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