As I stood outside sketching, it began to snow.
The world became quiet, as it does when the falling snow muffles everything.
I was being invited to quiet, and stillness.
What are you being invited to?
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As I stood outside sketching, it began to snow.
The world became quiet, as it does when the falling snow muffles everything.
I was being invited to quiet, and stillness.
What are you being invited to?
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