Monday, September 28, 2015

266/365


| where you go |
...I will go, where you lodge I will lodge, you're people shall be my people...

I often think of the unexpected graces that have helped this place become loved and for the near nine years that have been shaping that love. At certain times of the year when I could dream of home and it's comforts, the repetition of doing the next thing walks me through to a surprising place of peace.

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