The tick of the clock sounds so innocent, yet each mark is the sound of the death's encroachment.
Fall has begun, it is my most blessed season.
Escaping the summer's sun, we march toward the winter queen, whose icy grip will ensnare the warmth of the world.
No mantra is required, as we stare into a fire...
Love keeps us hopeful, fresh and dreaming of the sweetest future imaginable!
Have a blessed Sunday, take a moment and relax, refresh and enjoy...don't let it pass you by unnoticed!
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