Quietly reading with her back to the burst of flowers. Oh, how loyal they are to visit with a book.
To come alive and breathe with the use of a simple chair of earth. A serenity only Jesus can share and give like He did.
A calm birth of existence, of rich greenery and vibrant colors cuddling close, with exquisite plump blooms flexing to listen too.
Sitting with a dignified equilibrium, naturally her appearance was her poise.
Silence and beauty was her gift, a book with flowers was self abidance.
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