I'm learning the moods of my village.
I'm discovering how she is like when the roads are dry and dusty.
How she demands for rain.
How she can be both soft and temperamental.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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1 comment:
Awesome...
I like your words mentioning the village as 'she'.
Only women can create life and because of that we compare women with nature, land, water and god.
Its really a great feeling to admire, to wonder nature and trying to understand her. Thanks for reminding.
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