Allowing Prints
choose another storyWhen the hour is not so young, when the fire has gone low, and I have run out of things to distract me from my wounded heart, perhaps there is healing in the warm quiet of allowing it all.
When the hour is not so young, when the fire has gone low, and I have run out of things to distract me from my wounded heart, perhaps there is healing in the warm quiet of allowing it all.