Liquid sunrise trickles into the heart of Mother Earth, as all of the lovely little things roll about in silken golden ribbons, so sure of eternal life. Too soon a velvety twilight replaces the glittering day, and all that is left is the comfort of a new light taking shape.
I cannot recall all the times my skin has felt its embrace. I cannot recall all the days it has filled me with utter joy and contentment. But I do know what it has taught me; light will always lead me home. "Look up! Look waaay up, child. Together we are life."
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Holland Grace
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