A moment, a week, of silence, after twenty years since the towers fell and everything changed.
A moment, a week, of silence to let my wheels revolve and my life evolve. To water new growth and callings. To listen.
A moment, a week, of silence, just me and my little butterfly wings, beating gently in the thistle meadow. For what it’s worth.
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