And every breath we drew

And then the night fills with his poetry. It’s almost morning here in Holland and Im a bit weepy. I’m drinking cold tea and I smile. There is so – so – much beauty out there. And I cry. This strange world. Where beauty and cruelty stand so close together. Where every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

Maybe there is a God Above.


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