Category: lungs
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Winter Conversations
It’s a chill in the air. Warm breath leaving passionate lungs turns into fog. Snow crunches underfoot and gloves keep fingertips from freezing. Ice coats the black pavement like a happy coincidence. People slide in and out of easy conversation over hot coco and restored connections. Winter time brings people together like knitted blankets and…
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Tree Blossoms
Tree Blossoms I can’t see my way out It is there covered in darkness and uncertainty By years of stress and worry Waiting for me to step closer to my breakthrough Pulling for me to overcome mountains I have yet to climb or compromise for Lead me to a place Where faith opens like blossoms…
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