Tag: freedom

slipping by | pt. 5

dear may — xii. something sprouted in the garden. a newfound desire, an unquenchable hope. barefoot, my toes wiggle in the goodness of the fertile soil. arms high, i receive the refreshing pouring out of rain. i'm free, i'm free, i'm free to dance and sing xiii. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 5

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slipping by | pt. 2

dear february -- xii. i was lost in my worshipping. when she wrapped her arm around me and held me in tight embrace it was a rather pleasant surprise. she rested her head on my shoulder and remained for several minutes. all the while she … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 2