I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
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reframing femininity
I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl, I sang “He’s got the whole world in His hands” and I would picture God’s actual huge hands holding our world.
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