Braving the cold the shy Mountain Goat huddles and forages in her dazzling white coat 🌑 Navigating the steep grazing as she goes The lush meadows the Mountain Goat happily forgoes
To see through your eyes to see what you see Then the wonders of the cosmos would be open to me
White sage burns smoke ascends An aroma a long lost friend 🌑 Spirits peer lost in the haze Feel their love an unconditional gaze
Lovely, Stuart. 🙂
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Thank you Jeff 😊
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Beautiful 💛💛💛
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome
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😊
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Profound 🌺
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Thank you 😊
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Love this. Feels like tears as Living Sacred Adornments.
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Thank you! 😊
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You’re welcome, Stuart! 🙂
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😊
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The smoke from an incense burner or censer is mystifying.
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I completely agree! 😊
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