She turned her face toward the sun... and instead of joy it illuminated her sadness. The rays of the sun warmed her cold weary soul, and made her wish for a moment of lightness, but there was none. She began to write and tears formed puddles.. She went to pray and tears streamed down her cheeks. She went to sing and tears pooled and hid behind her eyes. She went to serve and she smiled and laughed as tears ran down her throat. She held her child and tears ran down her face. Sadness
Saturday, March 21, 2015
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