A basket of tangerines.

The sky is gray and the palms outside my window swing + sway, waiting for the rain. The house is still. Quiet. The rising steam from my tea the only…

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What this is all about anyway.

Yesterday. I couldn’t even handle it. God’s grace + gifts bouncing around like a magical light all over my entire life. Ping-ponging from one aspect to the next. Bright, beaming…

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