Iron retreat
The tracks meet below my metal perch. The city will come alive soon. But for a brief moment, this is my place of quiet retreat. A reminder of the movement of life. For whether sitting, walking, driving or being transported, we are all carried in the womb of life.
Photo credit: Markus Kaul-on pixabay
Word count: 274
In response to;
Twittering Tales #155 – 24 September 2019
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That’s a really nice story, Suzette! I really can envision what you wrote.
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Very kind
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Such a nice reflection Suzette. Finding quiet in this busy world is a rare gift. He seems to be wise enough to seize upon it!
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Thank you Kat for your kind words. Much appreciated.
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Always a pleasure Suzette! 😊
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