A Quote by Marie Bradby
I am from many places. I am from a hike across Tuscany...waves of golden wheat undulating on the hills...tractors plowing new vineyards...taxi drivers yelling, "Bella!" I am from a canoe motoring through marshes in the Amazon outside Manaus, Brazil... Jacana birds taking flight as we pass houses on stilts... giant trees and lily pads...and giggling children jumping into the lake for a swim during a downpour, while I stand unbelievably drenched but baptized by a oneness of spirit.
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Amazon
Baptized
Birds
Brazil
Children
Drivers
Flight
Giant
Golden
Hike
Hills
Houses
Jumping
Jumping In
Lake
Lily
Lily Pads
Many
Marshes
New
Oneness
Outside
Pads
Pass
Places
Plowing
Spirit
Stand
Stilts
Swim
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Taxi Driver
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Tuscany
Unbelievably
Vineyards
Waves
Wheat
While
Yelling
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