“Always there are walls, Rachael, she persisted. Walls that block our path. Too high, too hard. We stop to rest, to gather strength, and before we know it we have lived whole lives in their shade. In time, we cease… — 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
