a beautiful grace


I may look a little too long. Stare sometimes. Please know I’m not trying to judge.  I’m a noticer–some people have told me.  I want to know your story and to be perfectly honest, the arrow of my stare is not aimed at you–it’s centered at my heart–right back aimed straight at me. He wore a hat, his face covered by a beard. His hair long and he sat on the pavement… Read More