I want to share this poem. I didn't write it, but I love it. Today, it spoke to me and I thought I would share.
Growth
Life washes over us in layers.
A liquid refrain.
Mysteries never solved. But evolved.
Questions melt with the snow
And run off, as life washes over us
in layers.
Just something to ponder on this rainy Wednesday.
This Saturday’s Recipes by The Pioneer Woman
4 years ago
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Deep.
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