River of love

On my porch this morning as I looked over my river in the midst of a dark storm with rain pelting her surface, I realized she never runs angry. She may overflow at times, but it is only when her love cannot be contained.

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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