Jan 4
“A story of holding hands …”
I get up very early
When the sun is not yet
I like to salute the sun.
Som moments of peace
Are moments for me
These are moments to be thankful.
I have to look for firewood
To cook, to warm me
I take the forest path.
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Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.
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Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.
