Spring hues softly whisper, “I'm here.”
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Summer colors speak up and say, “I'm here.”
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But Autumn tones resound with “I Am Here!”
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Before the quietness of Winter white begins.
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Musings of "Christian" who has returned to her land of opportunity, while she travels through life to her permanent home. The name of this blog is a play on words of the popular song, Arkansas Traveller.
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