The image - courtesy of Tess Kincaid 'The Mag'
The plan was to accept everything in one pack. Who knew the mending could take a time…
The winning growl echoed in the heaven, burst the roofs of a team.
The rows of healed have been replenished.
Shivering, the bloody root was extracted.The wisdom of knowing, of ‘why’ has settled in the heart.
Sunday Whirl by Brenda Warren
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