If none of us could talk and yet we spoke, what language would you choose?

Kindness.

What does it do?

Like dark clouds catching a raving sun off guard;

Like a cold breeze across tall trees;

Like a spring in wilderness;

It gently stirs one’s puddles of monotony and fires cheeriness, without expectation, without making its presence felt.

Without words, it reaches across boundaries, and seeps to the core.

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Goes out to David Snape.

Thank you for choosing to be kind. (Also thank you for following my blog.)

I hope you continue to stir ripples as you go along in life.