My past breathes through me.
Words and stories – treasured gifts
Form my legacy.
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Wonderful, wonderful opening.
Thank you.
A beautiful expression of the way our history lives in us, through the stories that help form us.
Thanks, Andrea
succinct 🙂 love it!
Many thanks. 🙂