i
........
have
........
nothing
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to
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say
..........................
listen to the bland emptyness of .... i don't even know what this is. waiting? the calm after the storm? the calm before the storm? the eye of the storm? no storm?
things are.... drifting....
1 Comments:
!PP
You sound discouraged, dear friend, yet your ........ resonates with me. Do not be afraid of the silences for it is in them we hear our heart and learn to speak new words that will, in their time, fill in those spaces.
Perhaps the hills are tiring on the spirit, as I have found can happen over the years. Not all, but some, and some are not meant for climbing, or falling from. They are just to be experienced for a season.
All storms pass over, they never last forever. Many new and brilliant days will come, and one refreshing dawn will silhouette a special hill where the trees growing on its skyline will be as the golden tips of a crown. House martins will find shelter there and all will be well.
The sun has set here. Quietness descends over the valley. I only hear the clock passing by and a fairy wren call to a friend (the reply will come tomorrow before dawn). Fear is far from me.
!PP
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