The winds of Grace are always blowing;
But you have to raise the sail.

Sunday, November 30
I'm waiting. Not really graciously or eagerly, wagering between big hopes, anticipation and despair.
People cannot understand how i can keep smiling, looking happy and healthy, not desperate as they would be, faced with the same situation of lack.

I don't lack the sense of beauty i constantly witness in my life.
The singing of the birds still tear at my heart with their sweet and joyous melodies.
The lush green brought by the raining season after a long drought with the dust reigning supreme is enchanting my photographer's eyes.
gratitude is the spice of my every day.
i seem to have lost interest in the daily affairs of life, my eye looking at numbers on bills keeping their monthly rhythm as if nothing had changed in this reality.


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