Poetry.
something sacred
something to hold on to
handmade versus mass produced
something with some soul to it
treasure at the end of a quest
not sand slipping through our hands
at the end of the rainbow
great share
Good post.
excellent
Sand slipping through our hands at the end of the rainbow, just beautiful. thanks
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