I love watching how the air blows through the leaves of a tree.
The sky constantly breathes life into our surroundings.
A suble reminder that something is Present without being seen.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
I love watching how the air blows through the leaves of a tree.
The sky constantly breathes life into our surroundings.
A suble reminder that something is Present without being seen.
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