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Reblogged this on Uncommon Graces.
I love this. ♥
Thanks Grace! Have a great day.
PS – thanks for the reblog! 😀💓
Something should be flowing on my blog. Why not you? I have thing for wings. ♥
I believe you already have wings and are soaring. Thank you for your kindness.
I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, actually. How I should feel like I’m soaring. I should be able to look down and see that I’m flying. I don’t know if it’s the glare of the sun or the feel of my feet on cold pavement, but I’ve yet to feel the bush of the wind on my wings. One day. One day, I will. I just know it. ♥