Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
It’s a new day, God! Thank You! Still dark but look at this glorious photo of the morning sky — sent to me yesterday. I love clouds — especially when the sun or moon is shining through. It’s a beautiful…
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
Since 1958 articles by members & guests offer news about activities, history, Sacred Dance practices, profiles of Sacred Dancers, choreography, images & illustrations.
How to Step In -- Substitute Teaching
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chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
Since 1958 articles by members & guests offer news about activities, history, Sacred Dance practices, profiles of Sacred Dancers, choreography, images & illustrations.
How to Step In -- Substitute Teaching
world wide fun