poetry
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Rocks + Pots
So I’m staring out my window and notice the way some plants find a way to survive. And thrive. And it makes me think thoughts way beyond what is right in front of me. And He came to Bĕyth Tsaiḏa,… Continue reading
So I’m staring out my window and notice the way some plants find a way to survive. And thrive. And it makes me think thoughts way beyond what is right in front of me. And He came to Bĕyth Tsaiḏa,… Continue reading