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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 280

In quiet, where words no longer stay

Actions gone, their stories portray

So on this calm hill, I stay still

Thinking of what I used to know

A life worth living, with meaning deep

Doesn't survive alone, but in words I keep

Though faith may change, unsure and weak

I grow and learn, searching for the grace I seek

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