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Stay in this Wilderness
Out in this wilderness I feel I must escape Run through the trees and find “the path” but You do not ask that of me You are in no hurry You point out the needles of the pines that catch the sun and feed the tree You stop along the stream and bid me watch Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 