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may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back
In general, it doesn’t feel like the light is making a lot of progress.
Love has bridged the high-rises of despair we were about to fall between.
We became jumpy perfectionists.
“Hello, Dearest. I’m so glad it’s you!” I’ve come to believe that this is how God feels when I pray, even at my least attractive.
