under oak branches
away from society
peace is guaranteed.
All solitude lovers would like to rest on that bench beneath the oak. Souls heal by being in nature.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Now that's a gorgeous place to sit