What You Call “love”

To me what you call “love” is being yourself…it cannot be defined as we are all so unique…It is everyone, and everything, all of life, it exists, in everyone…everyone holds [ . . . ]

Natures Little Pleasures: Wednesday: (a bit late on posting)

   So at first at the pond you would hear the frogs croaking all through the night it was one of my lullabies. Then they stopped disappeared the work was [ . . . ]