I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.
Heather Nova
In a church of my own we're perfect togetherI recognize you in the stained glass
church lifetime soulmate
travel journey wanderlust
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