21/11/2023
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When you sink into the valley. When all you see are peaks for miles and miles with no way through. When it’s too cold for spring and movement seems daunting. When still is all you can do. Wrap yourself in silence and allow the days to pass by, allow time to move until the heat of a new season comes down from the mountains and turns hardened ground into a fresh bed of life. Away to fold you hands and heart and mind now rested and ready for you to rise, and rise, and rise.
L.E. Bowman | Author of What I Learned From the Trees and The Evolution of a Girl.
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