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August 29th, 2012 · 0 comments

stand like a small pale ghost at the window; pray there with your quiet heart, your untold story, your ancient hurt. let the wind pull you in your frayed dress and your small bare feet out into the low, darkling storm.

stand in the rain.
lift your face to the sky.

 

(forgive.)

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