She throws her coin into a fountain already filled with hopeful coins, yet wonders if the wishes might become tangled. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The priest was on a roll: “Each person you meet is worthy of your compassion!” he prayed loudly. “Sheep, too,” the knitter mentally added. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Indigo shadows encourage tantalizing gossip in an orchard, while a tall redwood throws poems on the forest floor. The nightlife of trees. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com