A quiet winter morning unfolded under fresh snow as the sun peeked through snow-clad, barren trees, casting soft hues of gold. The landscape shimmered like a fairytale. In the stillness, a bluebird appeared—bright against the white, carrying warmth into the cold. For a brief moment, it reminded me that a thing of beauty is aContinueContinue reading “Morning Reflection”
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