Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,

but to add color to my sunset sky.

Rabindranath Tagore


I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.

Ann Voskamp

Have a great day 🙂
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