Wind soft on my cheeks and
tugging at my shirtsleeves like a
child
with a secret and me
here, now,
finally
listening.
Communion
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Wind soft on my cheeks and
tugging at my shirtsleeves like a
child
with a secret and me
here, now,
finally
listening.
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