Now we are here, in time and space, experiencing a moment unfold, then we are gone to our next destination. We are tourists seeing only what time allows. Then we go home and the world goes on, changing each moment. Yet we dare hope for things that last in this world that begins and ends by the second. We end up with a broken heart.
unshackled wings, free
love soaring to the heavens
soul touching the stars
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so beautiful, your words and the photo really touched me deeply
you touch a raw nerve with this Imelda, how true that we are just tourists passing through.
Wonderful, Imelda!
Such beauty in this perfectly imperfect cottage.
Wonderful sentiment…beautifully written! Well done!