between the chaos of work, and the inevitable speed-bumps that one encounters on life's road, i have had very little time for relaxation. inspiration. rejuvenation. i feel akin to a limp, musty dish rag.(which i hate) hanging listlessly off the edge of the sink. i am ready to be washed. dried. and set out afresh.
"magic exists. who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. it is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live."
~ Nora Roberts
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