:: taking each day as a gift ::
" There is a smell in the air, the smell of autumn, a yeasty, damp, fruity smell, carrying a hint of smoke and a hint, too, of decay. It...
:: taking each day as a gift ::
:: the magnetic pull... ::
:: holding eternity in my heart ::
:: crickle, crackle, crunch... ::
:: autumnal days ~ word gathering ::
:: with a winged heart... ::
nestled in quietude