Saturday, 12 April 2014

and yet there is such stillness; buried deep






I grew up climbing trees, eating beans on toast, watching birds, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, drawing weeds in lead pencil and making wreaths from wild flowers. I still do all of these things. 

Our beautiful world may sometimes be hard and a wee bit sad... *and yet there is such stillness; buried deep*

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