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Flurry…
there is beauty in the wallowing,
but necessary to come out of it with heart openseeing all sides,all things,all scenarios,appreciate all inside the self
chaotic streams of living… a life full of heart in love with all
“… gold and mud,happiness and pain,the laughter of childhoodand the apprehension of death.” (Herman Hesse)
flurries of snowflakes in Augustcame down to cool the ground