Hold the song of birds…the call of blue sky…the passion of black clouds and the softness of sand against bare feet, ocean holding depths unknown and a day suggesting so much else, so much to fret over, so much that might go wrong, so much not yet ripe or right or just and yet this song sings us on through the seconds and the ages… the earth/sky dance within and beyond…this fullest state of being need not be swept away…
stand strong.
J. Ruth Kelly 
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