I saw a rock with a man on it. He was shouting at me—although I heard it as a whisper.
Then, a few steps away, I saw a heart!
“Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.”–Margaret Lee Runbeck
I am blessed.
From my world to your heart,
Linda


Java Bean: “Ayyy, that little man in the rock looks like Kokopelli! He was guiding you to the heart stone!”
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I thought so too. 🙂
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Were you about to step on the rock with the face on it:)
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No. I’m glad I didn’t
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Lovely …
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It was fun to find
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