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Gentle breath, an infant’s breath, soft and rhythmic, no yearning because all one’s needs are met. The cradle, like the arms of Mother; the cottony soft blanket as tender against the skin as Father’s breath. Hope. Promise. It didn’t turn … Continue reading
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The lion kills for life, and life is rarely grateful. We will hold fast our fingers clasped tight like kites were flying, like the cracks in boulders held our weight. Do you see heart there in the thin shadows? Do … Continue reading →