If none of us could talk and yet we spoke, what language would you choose?
Kindness.
What does it do?
Like dark clouds catching a raving sun off guard;
Like a cold breeze across tall trees;
Like a spring in wilderness;
It gently stirs one’s puddles of monotony and fires cheeriness, without expectation, without making its presence felt.
Without words, it reaches across boundaries, and seeps to the core.
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Goes out to David Snape.
Thank you for choosing to be kind. (Also thank you for following my blog.)
I hope you continue to stir ripples as you go along in life.
