Sometimes I stop and listen to my breathing
My beating heart is a wonderful feeling.
Hearing the wind blowing the leaves in the trees
the waves cascading in the sea breeze.
Feeling the sand underneath my feet,
seeing the land, and the ocean meet.
Smelling a meadow of wonderful flowers.
I feel rich and alive in the sun's power.
The simple joy of someone's laughter.
In our beautiful world for us to look after.
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TUS NUA – ch 53 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Finola knew Ali’s brother-in-law needed to put his mind at rest. She fed her arm through his and led him outside. “We’ll sit here. If you like, I can put a block around us so our conversation will be private.”
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