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Secret sanctuary

Sometimes when
my heart is weary

Sometimes when
my mind is sore

Sometimes when
I just want to frolic

You give sanctuary,
a secret church
for my soul to soar

Thank you,
dear beloved
Nature

For providing
a place of
abundant,
eternal,
unconditional
love.

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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