When the ways of the world hurt, make no sense, simply don't fit, this is always home. True north. It always catches me, meets me where I am at, able to nurture and cradle me like a babe, or share and witness my highest bliss. My truest true. TRUST this, she whispers. And I do.
Amen.
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