The Harpy eagle got tired of the same landscape day in and day out. She needed to fly away
Into the excitment of the unknown. So she flew higher and farther until she no longer could see the fields that she loved once. Up in the peak of new mountains she found her peace again.
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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