"[W]ords are not fashioned to speak what shapes the wind takes, the motion whereby mists climb after the sun out of ravines, or how the tropic orchids lift at daybreak among their fragrant shadows wings of ivory and fawn drooped against ferny trunks."
Far Altars by Marian Storm
I am muted by the grandeur of nature. . .
by the power of creation. . .
in relation to
my infinite smallness. . .
and I love it
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this was so fun! i have your $5 p.s. :)
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