The Truth is in the waking songs of birds, the aroma of early summer’s honeysuckle, the imaginative shapes of puffy, white clouds in a blue sky… …it’s no wonder we all miss it – sitting inside, hypnotized by the screens that promote all the lies.
The Truth is in the waking songs of birds, the aroma of early summer’s honeysuckle, the imaginative shapes of puffy, white clouds in a blue sky… …it’s no wonder we all miss it – sitting inside, hypnotized by the screens that promote all the lies.
Jessica L. Morris 