Have you seen my armor? I seem to have dropped it somewhere between joy and pain. Sometimes I can get so wrapped up in reading about it, that I forget for what it was meant. Sometimes I get so focused, that I forget I’m wearing it. Sometimes I’m so comfortable, I take it off, because…
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“Mind Of Her Own”
Some women prefer to be carried, but I prefer to walk. Feet callused with perseverance, skin burned when the embers of life get too hot.