by Kate Paskett
The salve of stillness and the balm of solitude hide in places like this...The open road holds so many unknowns, so many promises of renewal and hope. This spot felt sacred to me, a space for communion and wholeness and clarity. The salve of stillness and the balm of solitude hide in places like this, on windy ridges and in vast pastures, over icy mountain passes and atop crashing cerulean waves.
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