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“Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what a joy, to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped …”

-Mary Oliver
Garden Journal
Entry No. 088
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Entry No. 085
Garden Journal
Entry No. 084
"The winds of change, swiftly shifting and surrounding with protection arriving not in time finding each motionless forever.

The garden, gifting grace and acceptance, offers safety and protection through soulful reflection." 
...for my love of photography and words, Angie Lambert.

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