My father’s staff from a tree once stood walked many tracks through different woods with guiding support in steepest times of reaching peace on paths sublime. © Brenda Aksionov 2018 Related PostsLegacy Of My Father’s HandsMy Father’s HandsEtched In WisdomStrayed From The Path Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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