61. Two Hundred Thirty-Three
When you stop trying
to fit into a world
that you don’t belong to anymore,
you grow
When you stop trying
to fit into a world
that you don’t belong to anymore,
you grow
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Of this I am certain:
your heart is a tender
wound that will always heal,
wears grace like a grown,
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Homely aromas
of freshly baked bread.
Scents of the garden
infused in my head.
Ann, this is so beautiful. I have a lump in my throat. Once again, you have an ability with such ease to create a masterpiece in just a few words. The fragrances you chose to mention are...