In the thrill of winter’s breath and the quiet of the snowfall, I listen for the healing of nature, the wholeness of my spirit, believing both are not far away. Motivated, I reach. Poetry and Image Copyright © 2022 rivers renewed
In the Quiet of the Snowfall
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