What Tangled Webs We Weave Sometimes

every encounter is a holy encounter

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Ripple Effect

It could not go unnoticed. That sky. It was a glorious blue canvas with a generous scattering of fluffy clouds. I inhaled greedily and in no time I felt like an inflated balloon languishing in the air. I remember thinking that if Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s Little Prince were with me and asked…