When I run out of road all I need
are mended words to heal my soul
I cross well-worn tracks
through new-mown wheat
Where whispering stones stand calling
Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie
When I run out of road all I need
are mended words to heal my soul
I cross well-worn tracks
through new-mown wheat
Where whispering stones stand calling
Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie
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Thank you, Sue…
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Thanks for sharing, Charles.
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