I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,
with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.
I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.
I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!
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