Sweet Spring blossoms free
in my grandmother's garden
the precious common
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The Wabi-Sabi Writer
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
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“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
― Roman Payne
― Roman Payne
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"The precious common." Love this. Also love seeing the posts that are grandparent remembrances. Thank you. xoA
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