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Bubbling Springs

When we had small farms, the child in me loved natural springs Almost every memory of farming has a bubbling spring choir - These days, as I recycle water from my sink in bottles, for my plants Each day, I hear ancient music our tribes smiled at, near pond and wells Real Magic: Life and WATER. Garden. Family. Farm. Food. Freedom Music

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 6/13/2020 8:53:00 PM

I love this so much. You make me smile. xomo

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/13/2020 9:18:00 PM

...and appreciate the way the brain remembers, sounds, smells...

Anil Deo
Date: 6/13/2020 9:07:00 PM

Every time i fill the bottles, hear the sounds og gurgling happy H2O, I think of my childhood on the farm. We lost most our farms - Indians did due to GROUP AREAS ACT - but the LORD left love of Nature and precious water, within my soul. Maybe I knew U would appreciate my RECYCLING