Sunday Things: July 5, 2015

I woke thinking of you and your smile. Funny how I can wake with a thought just waiting to make itself known to my conscious mind — as if said thought had been beside me through the night waiting patiently to charm me with itself and upon discovery making me think, at the same time, of far away places and blessings, perched like singing birds right on my windowsill. — Annette Marie Smith

You may not see them

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Photography, Irradiated Bird, by Julie Poncet

“We all have wings. You may not see them but you can hear them rustle. You can feel the rush of the places they carry you. These wings that I speak of are located right behind our eyes.” — Lyssa of the Arboreal Shades from the Night Fairytales series by Annette Marie Smith