“To live without hope is to cease to live.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
This Place I want to touch this moment of winter's sun bleached sky the butterflies and the life-giving rains of plenty collecting generously along my awakening path, to embrace this stasis of feeling welling up past my words, which are full without sound, moving past the sweeping edge of life that sits openly outside my door and take off my shoes to walk this sacred ground, the place of discovery, catching my breath between sorrow and love, inviting me to a wholeness of questions where answers are never sought. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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