Her Broken wing

The Storm has subsided…There is a quiet stillness … a peace.

The grass is greener.

The birds scurry around to find their feast.

The Seasons have begun to change.

I take a deep breath and pray.

A Prayer of gratitude.

I have witnessed a miracle.

“Me”

Although I am hopeful for tomorrow, I am content in the day.

All Is Well.

Beautifully Awkward

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