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Charred from the fire of burned bridges, tainted by ashes of my past,
I am broken relationships.
Smoldering “I should haves,” brand my petrified heart.
I trust not. I grow not.
Ever a sentinel to the shadows of yesterday; I thirst for renewal,
for the promise of fellowship, unconditional kinship.
Living water run red through me; quench the parched terrain of my soul.
Soothe the scorching sting of regret.
Soften my scarred heart and cover me in the healing balm of
24”H X 16 ”W X 9 ½” D
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