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Gliding in the poetic blue, content to offer my heartbeat to the heavens, I have found a kind of grace.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 4, 2020.
We glided upon the rising air, sun-warmed, soft and free.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 4, 2020.
Gliding was as riding upon the breath of God, as if only by divine grace were we flying in the blue.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 4, 2020.
As true happiness is steady and soft, the gliding was the same, carried onward by warm updrafts and suspended in that expanded sense of time.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 4, 2020.