My Serene Place

When the pampered dew drops refuse to fall off the leaves, when the maiden sun rays jostles with the mountain peaks to spread their orange hues, when the silken wind caresses my face, when I am the sole admirer of the song of the lark, when I can see myself, it's my serene place.

It’s all about the words … let’s use them wisely.

The caravan of words sets sails to discover the world! Along the way, they hobnob with some uptight, a few crooked, several morally upstanding, and many obtuse attributes. They learn contemplation, the art of letting go, and they hang on tenaciously to that which could make them somewhat sensible and presentable, maybe even prudent at …

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