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  For my buddy Opher. He likes trees. Peace friend. 🙂

All of Creation groans . . .

I had a vision of each soul awakening to their purpose. Speaking their own clear voice into existence. What kind of world would that be?

Light changes Earth warms Bud break and blossom

  She hides a Peony in her heart Among the folds of its pretty pink petals Lie her treasures, her secrets, her pain A fragrant bitter-sweet space few have known Born in the time of blooming Where the delicate bright light of summer danced off golden locks Fine, nimble lines formed Her flesh Curious, playful,…