I heard a voice
Spill over frigid streams
Dust treetops with snow
And Pierce mountains
With icicles
It’s call awakening
New breath
It’s pattern etching
Into a deeper part of me
All of it
Creating a need
To know beauty
In the most
Intimate of ways
ยฉEntirety 2016
Sigh … ๐๐๐
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Whoa you just crashed my WP LOL
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๐๐ playing catch up ๐๐
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LOVE. โค
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Thanks Eric!! xo
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Beautiful
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Thank you Sarah ๐
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Perfect, my friend! So exquisite.
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Thanks so much ๐
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