Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Monday, September 12, 2011
if words could hug
It's OK. You don't have to try so hard all the time. You are perfect as you are. You are
LOVED
.
I went to church yesterday. These words weren't said there. But I
felt
them, as real as a hug. Shocking.
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