Searching wrote:
I hear God's soft whispers of love as the leaves of the trees rustle, when I look up into the beautiful blue sky and see that rare Bald Eagle soar in the heights, and yes, even in my llamas nibble kisses gently played across my cheek, along with Jenna's sloppy kisses she plants, not being discriminating about where they land. It is only when I leave my sanctuary and go those rare occasions to the big city that I feel a disconnect.