Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Daily Deep Dose

It is in solace with fear and imperfection that grow into a real woman. Through the generosity of an innate wisdom I have come to know well, I listen to the breath of life move through me and the secrets of survival whispered by the resilient branches of trees that speak with me. I am nothing less than everything that I am meant to be. I am a small piece of creationism that evolves through obstacles, faithfully.
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