The space inbetween the floods
is crying out for attention.
When, oh when!
When,
will you listen?
Uncurl your toes,
stretch out your longing,
step into the seeping newness
of your broken life.
It sings.
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Farewell
We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that? We loved them, hold them still ...
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