“Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”–Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
I was either seventeen (17) or eighteen (18), when my paternal grandmother, offered to me a much worn red, leather-bound book, with thin onionskin pages and a red silk ribbon for a bookmarker.
She told me how much she loved the tiny book and thought that I (possibly) might like it also.
She was so right. I did love the book and I still do! The book is The Prophet, By Khalil Gibran.
Winter is heavy here now..the clouds cover us like a tomb, but the sinking away of the sun lights those very same clouds; showing dark and dreary really isn’t totally dark and dreary.
Snow is on its way. The Moon tells us so.
The heavens are brimming with clouds, but still…in a wee break; the moon sits quietly in a moisture-laden circle of rainbows.
From my world to your heart, Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Beautiful!
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Thank you
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Welcome!
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Was it a Bible?
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No. It was the book The Prophet
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https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Prophet/GtmGDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&printsec=frontcover
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I had to look Gibran up. I’ve never heard of him.
Thanks for the intriguing history lesson. ❤
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You are most welcome.
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I love the smoky moon.
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🙂 Me too!
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I, too, have treasured The Prophet. Now that I think about it, your writing is very much like his.
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O! That is a huge compliment! WOW! Thank you so much!
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Beautiful ice crystals in the sky ~
Stay warm during this storm. Time for more wood.
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Time for more wood. Always. Sigh.
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Oh what beautiful words … that book is very special .. 🙂
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Yes. I’m glad you like the book also! 🙂
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