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From the highest of mountains, the light shining down, the moon is so full immense and round.

The glisten upon the trees below from the rain, they speak with ambition, intense sound, like an orator in masses, purpose of being, understanding and rooted into ground.

A moment to be thankful for all the beauty on earth, the smell of the rain hitting the turf. The events that happen that we have no control, a beautiful life of just growing old, enjoying these trials that seem to not matter, it’s the little measures that make us laugh as we gather around the fire, the warmth of the flames, to remember the blessings and call them by names.

Much Love Much Life