Photo by Tatiana Syrikova on Pexels.com Rhythm Of Life When I was but a child Every year, before the first frost Turned moving vitality into hibernating stillness I would watch all the ducks fly away I can still recall asking my Mother, Where are the birds going? She smiled into my eyes and … Continue reading Story time: Rhythm Of Life
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