Grief-lined faces fill my mind … scattering my dreams as I shun sleep again…. I know this worn path; once smooth stones become unclimbable when in weakness we bear every affliction alone. Hefting our own pains, we laden on struggles of others, barnacles of immense weight, but there is ease when we release all miseryContinue reading “Awakening Thanks”
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