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the early afternoon reminds me of You what are You saying to me? I'm listening in the streets wandering in-between yellow houses to think...

I like to think of it this way. This is the time I have with You. I'm back in my spot, in the kitchen. The combined kitchen-living room....

Prayer is the prettiest thing in the world. But I have had to unlearn pretty to find myself here. I've known pretty to mean surface-level...