To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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I now have fragments of a certain song drifting through my head.
Rainy morning here on this first day of fall.
Happy Autumnal Equinox, Mabon, to you!
I know this sorta 'out-there'...
yet, you're certainly familiar
with 'out-there', dear:
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-GBY
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