This is part of the reason, too, why truth tellers and dissidents are silenced.
It is so still here at this moment, just the sound of my fingers tapping on the keyboard. It won’t be long before the Sunday business begins, so I’m just savoring the moment.
Here’s a compassionate, eloquent entry about harvest and transience.
This is just plain, straight-up beautful. I’m posting the web address on this site in the hopes that readers who stumble upon me will stumble upon this writer. After all, it’s all about the lullabies.