My vessel was never meant to be set adrift. It is a small thing in a vast space, and the sails that sometimes billowed and blossomed with purpose are poor versions of their former selves, and struggle to catch the breeze that pushes so easily past.
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Frances Leah King
I am a singer, a story teller on stage and in print, and a lover of family and nature.
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