The wind I grew up with was a moaning wind, the legendary voice of La Llarona weeping for her lost children. Here the wind just blows, and it's so strange to me, like it has no soul.
I normally love to hear birds in the morning, but yesterday I just wanted to throw tomatoes at them.
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The wind I grew up with was a moaning wind, the legendary voice of La Llarona weeping for her lost children. Here the wind just blows, and it's so strange to me, like it has no soul.
I normally love to hear birds in the morning, but yesterday I just wanted to throw tomatoes at them.
Ahhhh, that was balm for my tired heart. Absolutely lovely.
Praise God!
Wishing you a Happy Mothers day Lisa:).
Peace & love to you:)
Marie xoxoxo(the daffy one lol)
I just now saw this post! What a powerful wind you have there and the meadowlarks were beautiful! Thanks for playing!
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