brushes with death and life

11/29 | Twenty-Nine Days Challenge

I hope for hope and pray for prayers and dream for unforgotten dreams to brighten even the darkest of corners and feed color through smallest crevices, so the dust-oh-the-dust can bounce around in the light and make something beautiful even, even there.  Let the movement be for better and never ever for worse.

And then coming home to someone you love who has been away, or maybe you have been away, for so evenly long, feels like brushes with life instead of death.

{polaroid:  let us reside in lifegiving places}

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