A tumbling run (or redemption)
It’s like the sun on the pavement after rain
It’s a good tumbling run down a big hill
It’s the chickadees making a dinner party of the crumbs that fell to the ground
It’s like laughing after a good cry
It’s the warm bread and butter with the jam you thought you'd ruined
It’s when He comes like the sun
After millennia of dark
Like relief
Like water in a parched land
Like laying your head on your moms shoulder
Like climbing into a freshly made bed knowing tomorrow will be perfect
It feels like You
— olivia gwyn
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