The heart of a book, is something whispered over and over again until you can’t help but to pen-to-heart . I believe the mystical -magic is in the wonder. Will the words come? How the pages fly?
Unfold like the bones of old shaken souls. Ignite the power, the soul of my pen. Maybe for the next generation. Maybe comfort for the moment.
Empty out this soulish cry. In tears, in hope, in gratitude. These are the words that chose me. Whispers that creep..
Followed by: moan-full prayers drifting. Salt-full beginnings,
watch the darkness flee,~ Kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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