Mar 29, 2021

The world is your carpet.

The sky is your bed and the clouds are your bread. The rain is your wine and the sun is your campfire. Is that a breeze to whistle around your head? Someone said to walk softly and carry a big stick, but I don’t think you should obey. The world is your carpet. Walk softly, and with an open heart.

-jobe








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