The Rogue Nun
A spark ignites from within.
The recognition of a need forgotten
by magic untouchable,
and yet, all encompassing.
Written for: Wednesday's Weekly Write #3: Flower Image
May 13, 2014
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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