gold.

all is quiet.. all is calm.. rivers of gold flow from the setting sun to my fingertips..
my hands deftly dance among the threads of light that shrouds my fingers..
beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but majesty can only be held in the heart..
the azure blue sky.... sometimes powder light...
the gentle wind that brushes its grace along my skin..
how gracious is He who brings all such wonders to my small insignificant life..

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