...like the soft, wild child soul that gets together bits of sounds and words, tears and sighs from the tips of waves and the crests of skies...and makes it poetry.
Today the moon was like that.
Today the moon was like that.
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Day 30 of 108
Today I opened the parcel and took out my copy of The Holy Bible. It was a text that I had loved and cherished as a young girl in school. ...
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