Fall on my knees, accept the love I feel unworthy of, and
keep running with perseverance.
Beautiful angels live here.
They see my wings, they see my beauty - and they remind, they encourage, they take me in with open arms.
Angels give great hugs. Who knew?
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Broken Soil
Not Hard Soil
Bears the Fruit
.Henri Nouwen.
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