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Little Visitor
Every night at dusk when I play the day to an end on my flute, a little wren comes by, sits on the railing and sings along for a few minutes. Is it the same wren each night—who knows?? I like to think maybe it is.
Cerantha Woods
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See AllI searched Far and wide For Beauty, Love, Light Then, blessedly realized It was always inside Me ~Cerantha ~
I truly, deeply believe this to be true. The world has need of us, our unique, exquisite, true gift is a piece in the puzzle that is life. We all are integral. We all are important to the whole. When