Monday, August 25, 2025

Teachers

The seasons are like our teachers. 
They have something to teach us. 
Even the stillness between them as well. 
Isn't it so crazy how everything lines up so perfectly? 
But perhaps it isn't so crazy; 
It's beautiful.
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