Spring is in the air in the Jeolikote hills. We wake up to the music of birds. The cheerful singing of one particular blackbird stands out in the avian symphony.
As the sun rises over the hills, the slight chill of the night disappears and a warm glow envelops me and the gentle breeze welcomes me to the possibilities that another day brings me.
I feel so blessed to be in these hills!
As the sun rises over the hills, the slight chill of the night disappears and a warm glow envelops me and the gentle breeze welcomes me to the possibilities that another day brings me.
I feel so blessed to be in these hills!
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