October 18, 2014

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    Time passes like a stream. Our thoughts take flight. Gentle fall days with fire lit nights. Dreams like sparks into the sky, to deep blue velvet surrounding stars flickering light. Peaceful moon rises slow through clouds . The soft distant call of an owl. The stream trickles softly as spirit takes flight. Sit close by the fire warmed through the night.