Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-f — Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
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Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-full moonSmiles down;My heart sighsAnd quietly whispers:I remember.

— Bryonie Wise, HEART ROAR: A Book of Tiny Prayers
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