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In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

Thursday, July 16, 2015

I is for ... Inhale

Every inhale, each
Single exhale, rhythmic beats,
Buried in your scent.


Jenny Matlock
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2 comments:

  1. JennyAugust 5, 2015 at 4:34 PM

    This was incredible.

    You have been inspiring me to try writing again.

    I just feel like my brain is sifting through mud for the past few months.

    Thank you for linking to the letter I.

    A+

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 6, 2015 at 9:27 AM

      It is an honor to hear such warm and heartening words, Jenny. Thank you so much.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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