Wednesday, December 7, 2011

December 7, 2011

Some kind of immense mischievous god with pockets packed with itty bitty stars walked the earth early this morning before anyone was awake. He left a twinkling miasma all over the garden’s floor. Common people call it frost, but I know they’re fallen stars from the bountiful pockets of God.

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us
every hour, if we will only tune in ~George Washington Carver

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