Tag Archives: Cracks

TO GAZE OVER THE STONES

Somewhere hid twixt the stones of difficulty, you’ll find those little cracks called grace. No matter how hard or smooth those stones (or of what beauty), even without squinting to perceive minuti (ae), when you breathe and muster up a … Continue reading

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