Sunday, October 2, 2011

Strawberry Swing

I can smell Autumn, and hear the sound of tinkling chords in the dark, emerging from the dulled murmuring of a quietly crowded room. 
The residual sting in my eye's creases and the scrubbed, weary sensation that clings after a good cry--God remains in all of this.  

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