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A canopy of melancholy white…
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A pale blue sky…
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God’s peace is a golden light…
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A vast precipice of beauty…
Been sleeping with the windows open and last night the crickets sang the most beautiful soft choral. The train whistle’s lonely echoes answered each other, the steel wheels of the trains kept time with the music, their clicks and clacks pounding a beat, as the train traveled through the darkness. A lonely mocking bird sang…
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Be who you are…
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Paint the sky with your dreams…
This is the day which the Lord has made, a perfectly beautiful Sunday. The Lord and Father Sky have created a picture perfect definition of a day of fall — dark blue sky filled with luminous fluffy white clouds, a cool breeze pinging the wind chimes and rustling the leaves and fluffing the bird’s feathers.…
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Now I lay me down to sleep…
Such a beautiful day today. The sky was so pretty it looked artificial. Father Sky painted a glorious azure blue sky, added lots of white fluffy clouds, sun kissed on their crowns, to float around on the canvas and add dimension. Spent the morning watching pee wee football and watching my darling little niece cheerleading…
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Let your leaves fall in God’s hands…
Slept with the windows open last night, so pleasant and cool. The critters were quiet. The train whistles loud and lonely. The morning was just perfect when I walked out on the porch to walk Penelope. Father Sky had painted his sky canvas a deep azure blue, cloudless and clear in the bright sunshine. I…
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A day so wonderful…
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Choose to be grateful…
