A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
7 comments:
BEAUTIFUL.
Thanks Tye.
Thanks joven.
I will certainly visit your blog.
Happy Blogoversary~
Nice post indeed...
Very nice. My father died when I was 8.
Happy blogoversary :)
Thanks DSvT.
Sorry to hear that your father passed on when you were just 8.
I hope you have your own happy memories of your father.
Bless you, Teena in Toronto!
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