It's the small things. It's the autum breeze. It's the glorious things. Don't you see? It's life that is the magic. It is magic that creates life. Leave the market place for awhile. Leave the fuss.
It's the small things. It's all the small things. A weave of life. A weave of magic to be touched.
Images: courtesy of Pixabay.
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