Posts Tagged ‘grace and gratitude in the grind’
wild winds and work gloves…
Grace found me this week wearing work gloves, while my heart wore soft bright frocks and twirled beneath the pear blossoms listening hopeful for tender whispers and watching for signs of love. And always they came dressed as long slow rambles with the dogs, provision wrapped in surprise, muscles worked strong and stretched smooth by sure hands, flowers plunked smiling into cans…
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