a lost soul seeking hope
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≻: are you there God?
Sundays were always routine for Grandma Hazel. She’d wake up at 7 a.m. sharp, make her first cup of coffee, and bury herself in the…
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≻: a cardinal
A cardinal sat outside my window this morning, singing a song I didn’t recognize. That means Grandma Hazel hasn’t forgotten to check in on me. …
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≻: my voice, or lack thereof
Navigating through the world with selective mutism is not for the faint of heart. No way, José. It takes a special kind of someone to…
River Seeker 