I was alone on that cliff. Clouds swirled. My thoughts unfurled.
How freeing it was to be out in the open air.
Without a care in the present moment.
The grass moved on the ground around my planted feet.
The wind brought a lightness into my being. I could breathe, and smile.
At the same time the birds swooped in and, we flew into the bright light of
life.
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NJ
A creative soul at heart. Truth, love and compassion influence my creativity in the form of writing, painting, and living life.
He finished Sundays with a whiskey, neat.
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