Friday, August 10, 2012

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This thundering sky matches the thundering of my heart.
Boom boom boom.

This gypsy soul of mine weeps.
Ripping open.
Rain.
 The inner workings ticking away.
Learning.
Mending.
Breathing and regenerating.

The changes happening.
They hurt.
They exhaust me.
They remember.
And they heal.

`Katelyn

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful, I absolutely love it. It stormed here last night and all I wanted to do was stand in it and let the rain cleanse me.

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    1. Yes, arms outstretched, let it come on down!

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  2. I love that photo. That is some mighty magic, indeed!

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