When leaves are falling,
While cool breeze touches our skin,
And reaching our soul.
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Lou_Einale
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
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My maternal grandmother, Elizabeth Ragsdale Prease, had a lot of idioms, wise sayings and adages she shared with us. One was about the third month of the year. She would say, "If you can January and February, then you can March right on".
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