If words echo, if they do so without losing their beat, rhythm, pulse, or wind, our eyes will close. This last day of summer, before kids return to school, I closed my eyes, and words echoed in my soul
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My Writings, your inbox,
If words echo, if they do so without losing their beat, rhythm, pulse, or wind, our eyes will close. This last day of summer, before kids return to school, I closed my eyes, and words echoed in my soul
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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