What are words but messengers of truth or lies, our words stand before us, and express who we are.
Our words clear the path before us.
Being present in the moment is the greatest gift we can give each other, even with our words.
Burning of the plains
Today I thought of writing a few words, saying I am still here and enjoying Steemit. For a few days, the air here was filled with the haze of smoke from Kansas burning the plains.
They do it every year to assure good growth, we suffer from it here in Nebraska, when the wind blows this way.
The temperatures have been pleasant up to the seventies Fahrenheit yesterday, I made the mistake of getting out in it.
Today the temperature is in the thirties Fahrenheit with snow. Like I say global warming to the ice age, back and forth.
The first thing to do is write, after a long rest from the pollution of the air.
Stay well.
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