So Nature, in her fitful moods,
Conjures her fleeting splendor
To draw from out the harp of life
The sadder tones and tender;
And
So Nature, in her fitful moods,
Conjures her fleeting splendor
To draw from out the harp of life
The sadder tones and tender;
And
“In the stillness of headstones, Darkness is my blanket. And forever is my song. In the arms of stone angels, I’m not afraid. Becaus
”There are angels in nature walking amongst the trees and whispering the secret language of sacred things.” ~ Jodi Sky Rogers
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“Like autumn, we pine for a peaceful place to fall.” ~ Angie Weiland-Crosby
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