but other times the slightest thing seems not at all hesitant, and the trembling of the bamboo is a perfect container for the song that small grey-brown bird sings.
Monday, October 13, 2008
sometimes I'm overwhelmed by feelings of insignificance.
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as long as the small birds keep singing and we keep listening, all is not lost...
some days I know all is not lost, that it's just in hiding, waiting to be rediscovered, biding its own sweet and mysterious time.
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