Stories Collected While Living in France
The sea caresses the stones in silk and shimmer, yet over time it reshapes the unmovable.
I imagine the sea smoothing the jagged edges.
We are asked to live this way now—to move through a world where humanity aches with hearts that refuses to turn to stone. May we listen the language of nature.
beautiful sentiments always
Ohhhh—-breathing in your words — as they simultaneously take my breath away,,,,,,,,,, “We are asked to live this way now—to move through a world where humanity aches with hearts that refuses to turn to stone.” Thank you!
The language of nature can be so healing when we pause to listen.
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