I stood in the field alone, looking out to the western foothills. The sun was starting its descent from day to night, but it wasn’t quite sunset. Not quite. It was the magical time just before. The window through which everything is more vibrant in color, more alive, rimmed with gold. My favorite time of the […]

via I Wished to be a Sparrow (Reflections on depression & faith) — AKO Collective

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