The touch of the grass beneath my feet grounds me in the midst of turmoil.
Take the time to feel it.
Allow the softness and the bristle to awaken my senses from their slumber.
Let the silence at the heart of it all
speak words of wisdom,
breathe thoughts of peace.
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Farewell
We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that? We loved them, hold them still ...
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