It isn't the human voice that comforts me these days, so much as the insects and birds and plants and and animals and water and wind. Such comfort in the chorus.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
A Different Conversation
Over a delightful lunch yesterday with a friend, she decried not having had a conversation with another person for four days.
It isn't the human voice that comforts me these days, so much as the insects and birds and plants and and animals and water and wind. Such comfort in the chorus.
It isn't the human voice that comforts me these days, so much as the insects and birds and plants and and animals and water and wind. Such comfort in the chorus.
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