The quiet moment, the gentlest breeze, the roaring sea, and the perfect peony.
Just taking time to stop.
We're born. We die. Between these bookends, life intervenes.
"On the road to find out"
From the monster under the bed to the roadblocks in my head, I go up, around, over and sometimes through.
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