Here, even in dawn’s bitter cold
I hear the birds rejoice.
Oh, God teach me a song of praise
Give me a joyful voice.
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DRYAD'S HAVEN
Welcome to my haven. This is where my heart lingers, where my soul comes to worship. Some days the muse will sing softly, but other days you will hear only the peace of the forest, the silence of the slow moving water and the quiet of the wind dancing through the leaves. You’re welcome to enter, but remember that this is a secret place, a private place. Your hopes, prayers, sorrows and joys may find an echo here. But if they choose to linger when you leave... well, this is the haven of a Dryad, after all.
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- The wind Remembers
- Off the Beaten Path in Silver Spur
- Photos from Pateros
- Juggling Too Many Balls
- Warning, mild adult content and politcal incorrect...
- Birds in Snow
- An Odd Sort of Day...
- Taking a well needed day off from responsibilities
- A Study in Light and Darksiders
- Night Clouds
- Too Long Away
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About Me
- The Dryad
- A poem, a prayer, a wistful dream, the hope that will always live and the faith that will never die. The secret kept, the laughter shared, the friendship treasured and the love remembered.
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