and on this morning.
theres peace.
The gentle breeze slowly swaying the leaves as it whispers through the nape of my neck.
Beams of the Sun cast through the vines creating arrays of illuminating patterns.
The sound of nature, like echoes and whispers all in harmonious ambiance.
And I, a man with no plan. how misleading.
But nevertheless I will extol this canonization.
Sometimes Always,
J.
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