redtentwomen posted: "I once knew a girl who was free. She wasn't weighed down by worry or shame, and she got lost in adventures led by her fearless feet. Occasional scrapes and snags were part of the passion. Mending her wings seemed to require just a little rest, and then sh" Red Tent Living
I once knew a girl who was free. She wasn't weighed down by worry or shame, and she got lost in adventures led by her fearless feet. Occasional scrapes and snags were part of the passion. Mending her wings seemed to require just a little rest, and then she'd fly off again. I long for the simplicity of that time.
As life continued, things weren't so simple anymore. Worry and shame crept in as others tried to clip her wings.
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