Dancing like fairies on the wind, sparks of light they are. Whisps of life and moments of bright morning, they are the song child of a thousand hopes and the dawn song of a million years embracing. It’s here we see them, here, in these brief moments, hearing them, listening to them in the day’s first breath. A gasp, a fresh and certain intake of air, and a hope.
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AuthorStuart McDonald is a husband, father and exercise physiologist. And a lover of words, stories, music and healing. Archives
February 2016
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