We are glorious, unrepeatable creations, yet we marvel at simple snowflakes.

Eternity is really the self, expressed within a space of gentle, unremitting love.

If we leave this planet without our unique hand and foot prints,

we are lost to life, forever.

The comity of happy lovers creates heavenly sounds that re-percuss across generations, healing even adventitious listeners.



loving the snow.


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