“I close my eyes and melt in its embrace, basking in the sweetest balm of forgiveness: that for which one need not even ask.” — Leslie Cannold Copy Share Image
“Always there are walls, Rachael, she persisted. Walls that block our path. Too high, too hard. We stop to rest, to gather strength, and… — Leslie Cannold Copy Share Image
“I close my eyes and melt in its embrace, basking in the sweetest balm of forgiveness: that for which one need not even ask.” — Leslie Cannold Copy Share Image
