She sits between a toadstool and thistle, the little frog whispering in her ear, the only other sound the buzz of a sleepy bee, the kiss of a butterfly wing, and her thoughts in tune with the wind moving through the nearby trees, and she is at peace. –C.L. Fisher, May 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Finding Solace”
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