I Know Nothing Else But Miracles

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of

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Welcome to Day 5 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged

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