The Old Words

Spiritual texts live on in our humanity

By Kemari HowellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Sergiu Vălenaș on Unsplash

Papyrus tome dust

Cracked spine, with words of holy

Our faith never wanes

fact or fiction inspirational vintage

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Kemari Howell

Coffee drinking, mermaid loving, too many notebooks having rebel word witch, journaling junkie, story / idea strategist, and creative overlord. Here to help people find creativity, tell their stories, and change the world with their words.

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