Choosing Life and Operating Happiness
People go online
To look at cute animals
To glance at beautiful views
To watch love stories unfold
Then they get dressed
And go to work.
The blasphemy.
The joy of running in a green, open field.
Fresh smell of grass and crisp air.
Will we ever feel it again?
I can feel it crawling up my DNA.
I must say
I have had enough
Of everything
That isn’t
Pure
Love.
Beautiful work Tut!!!
Love it
Best wishes to you
Thank you Devang! Best wishes to you too
Wonderful
Thank you thank you 🙏🏼
I can feel it crawling up my DNA…👍👍 good ☺️
Thank you Jim 😊🙏🏼
I hope you find it.
Thank you 🙏🏼
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