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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I…

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Ishaism – September

And so, the long awaited Spring, sent word of its coming...on those leafy messengers of the Fall... © Isha Garg

Ishaism – August

Look to the lighthouses of hope when you're at sea - the shore isn't far, o lost one, the shore isn't far... © Isha Garg