If a Tree, if a Man, Falls in the Forest: A Different Kind of Wild
Incredible and important thoughts from my dear friend Lindsey, a Nashville street chaplain.
My whole being craves the light, the warmth, the energy seeping back into foliage. Like a moth, I shift out of shadows, fluttering towards ribbons of light, drinking the warmth into my every fiber, every cell. We still have a number of freezes and frosts to come, but we are finally,
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