Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrig — Colleen Houck
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Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrigated field, I felt myself blossom and grow with new vigor. He was the sun, and the tenderness he showed me was life-giving water.

— Colleen Houck
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