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“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.”    Willa Sibert Cather

“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.” Willa Sibert Cather

Beautiful things that one day I shall attempt to make, create or dream I am capable of making or creating!!!

Beautiful things that one day I shall attempt to make, create or dream I am capable of making or creating!!!

Remember that everyone has a heart, no matter what their age or status :)

Remember that everyone has a heart, no matter what their age or status :)

.......so many thoughts on this one, sad that cutting down life exposes the heart.

.......so many thoughts on this one, sad that cutting down life exposes the heart.

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about. This lovely piece of wall art is a great reminder that our children really do teach us so much about life.

What Life Is About Wall Art

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about. This lovely piece of wall art is a great reminder that our children really do teach us so much about life.

Stop Everything And Make This Tree Stump Cat Scratch Pad

Stop Everything And Make This Tree Stump Cat Scratch Pad

Stop Everything And Make This Tree Stump Cat Scratch Pad (I can see this as a serving platform for cake, cupcakes, pie, etc.)

I thought that my voyage had come to its end, at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were all exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders ~Tagore, Closed Path

I thought that my voyage had come to its end, at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were all exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders ~Tagore, Closed Path

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