Nous Bohemian

Caught in the Disquiet

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...and the feather travels on...
As a dear friend of mine just put, maybe we are like feathers floating on the wind and all these moments of pain and heartaches are merely resting places but not the destination. That ever seeming elusive place where the feather gets snagged and can finally rest.

That feather slammed hard on this particular landing in its travels...
Amber left me.


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