tired smiles and soft sighs….

The words just haven’t found me, not this week, only tired smiles and soft sighs for the sharing ….. something I heard in living breezes as they billowed,  echoed by growing things and fluttering wings. “You’ve done enough”. I’ve rolled this idea around and around like a sea pebble in my pocket,  heavy comfort in it’s weightless warmth     “You’ve done enough”….kneaded deep into muscle and…

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