Posted on May 7, 2016
by Karisa Moore
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. . .Sand should be squished between toes and the ocean caught in cockle shells. . . .Children’s laughter begs even the soberest of lips to curl into a smile. . . .Pain digs into my heart And I refuse to hold it in….
Category: blogging, faith, god, mental health, poetry, UncategorizedTags: children, god, harvest, pain, smile
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