January 20, 2021January 19, 2021 Pat Cegan The Promise of Light I huddle in a pool of darkness, held down by the hand of woe. I cry out in sorrow. It is here that the Light will go. Share with a friend:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Beautiful. I remember reading that the cut is where the light can enter. This reminded me of that. LikeLike Reply
Reblogged this on dyke writer and commented: relate shared thanks Pat every now and then you just seem to coalesce my thoughts LikeLike Reply
Beautiful. I remember reading that the cut is where the light can enter. This reminded me of that.
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exactly, then exit to light the way for someone else. hugs, pat
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So real.
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Reblogged this on dyke writer and commented:
relate shared
thanks Pat
every now and then
you just seem to coalesce my thoughts
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