Friday, January 18, 2019

Inherent


When I sit alone in nature
 pick up a stick 
warm myself by fire
enjoy the sun on my face
and desperately try to keep things simple...


When I yearn for peace
and quiet...
and need to be alone...
and no one else understands.
You do.

~ you hear me ~

Love & hugs !💖




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