I like this idea: Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. -Zora Neale Hurston. Although it brings up the question: where does the soul hide? And what is it hiding from?
This is my "repeat" song of late. It's beautiful in my humble opinion. I wanted to paint the lyrics on the wall of my bedroom in The Dalles, but the lyrics, despite being poignant, are extremely sad. I decided on "Blessed" by Brett Dennen for the wall instead. We (the tennis team) head to Oklahoma Sunday at 3 a.m. for my (potential) last round of collegiate matches. I am excited, and nervous.
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