I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Musical prayer.
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Might not seem like the right note to find peace to some. But it seems quite right to me.
Another, to reset things. And following the time and ending of the day.
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