Prayer on the full moon, Oregon trainride night
Let me not be
A slave
To my loneliness...
A slave
To my loneliness...
posted by Lovely Lady Grace at 4:30 PM
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. C. S. Lewis
posted by Lovely Lady Grace at 4:30 PM
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