The Art of Being

All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.

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T. Shaw

She writes what she speaks.

A Writing Prompt a Day

"God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December" - J.M. Barrie