The South of France |
Tidying up this morning - a bit like the lopping and chopping going on - I found one last Christmas cracker joke, a postcard from a friend on a winter holiday in the sunshine, and a piece of paper with something Buddha said that my friend from Thailand gave me.
Now may every living thing, young or old, weak or strong, living near or far, known or unknown, living or yet unborn, may every living thing be full of bliss. The Buddha.
Now may every living thing, young or old, weak or strong, living near or far, known or unknown, living or yet unborn, may every living thing be full of bliss. The Buddha.
Very appropriate for the last day of the month. |
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