From flower to flower I go, leaving behind peace and joy. I speak aloud and the words float above the meadow. Sweet honey drips all around.
I live in a world of joy, Lord, and it echoes down the days.
Those who meet me, let them taste honey. Let the flowers bloom behind me as I walk and walk.
(Letter #2,923)
Daily Letters to God 
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