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Sanctuary of Creative Quiet

A SANCTUARY OF CREATIVE QUIET Gentle silence fills the room with the hush of fresh fallen snow and the sigh of the dog when she exhales in front of the fire. Solitude and stillness are gifts I’ve had to learn to receive, and even desire. I am reminded of my need to surrender to the changing of seasons. The early morning air inside the house is cool. I’ve pulled on last year’s cuddle duds, my favorite sweaters and alpaca wool […]

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