My time is scarce. Even more so is my knowledge. My teachings are the bare minimum and I can feel the sand trickle down as the lessons continue to be pressed down atop me. Their ideals threaten to take root in my mind. It is masked as a mighty, immovable tree but I only see them as weeds. I do not wish to be misunderstood. Weeds, like all things, have purpose. However, they cannot be neglected in order for a garden to flourish. They simply are not enough. And neither am I by result...
A contemplative Karter.
A contemplative Karter.
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