"In life as in the dance, grace glides on blistered feet."
Alice Abrams
Poem Reading for the Season of Spirits
22 hours ago
A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
1 comment:
Dancing through the pain and not showing it.
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