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some of those vital statistics are undeniable i may be five eleven and a half but i generally round the number down (my son exaggerates me into the six foot range) my eyes are brown and my hair but someone who craves my voice may tell you that they never notice either age changes, not year by year but moment by moment wisdom sometimes measures me a hundred or more and joy may number me a child with shining eyes i can accomplish temporary feats of domestic talent sew a quilt to keep you warm bake a cake to keep you fed but my voice accomplishes phenomena that defy description i make miracles sometimes when folks aren't looking nothing as tall as a skyscraper something less tangible and ordinary as light or healing my size may be slight i may be timid or bold depending on the weather storms wither clouds focus i had a vision for where this was going when i started maybe someday I'll get there
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
self-portrait,maybe
some of those vital statistics are undeniable i may be five eleven and a half but i generally round the number down (my son exaggerates me into the six foot range) my eyes are brown and my hair but someone who craves my voice may tell you that they never notice either age changes, not year by year but moment by moment wisdom sometimes measures me a hundred or more and joy may number me a child with shining eyes i can accomplish temporary feats of domestic talent sew a quilt to keep you warm bake a cake to keep you fed but my voice accomplishes phenomena that defy description i make miracles sometimes when folks aren't looking nothing as tall as a skyscraper something less tangible and ordinary as light or healing my size may be slight i may be timid or bold depending on the weather storms wither clouds focus i had a vision for where this was going when i started maybe someday I'll get there
emily-burns
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
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