(Hey, do you think it was a Freudian slip to accidently leave the n out the first time I put the title in?)
Queen Of Flowering Fences
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Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
asingingtree 
This is so powerful!
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Thank you so much for watching! I’m glad you found something of value in it. That’s what I write for, to connect. I think we all can resonate to the hum of experience even if didn’t have exactly the same circumstances.
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