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I seem to be at home on the margins where I can be alone with my folly sweltering in my private bowl of stew simmering in the sins surrounding and piercing me but you found me there invited me into your heart where you loved me redeemed me sewed my seams pulled together my crazy quilt made separate parts into a whole.
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
On Edge
I seem to be at home on the margins where I can be alone with my folly sweltering in my private bowl of stew simmering in the sins surrounding and piercing me but you found me there invited me into your heart where you loved me redeemed me sewed my seams pulled together my crazy quilt made separate parts into a whole.
I wonder if these times offer opportunities for us to become quilt makers each in our own ways. I suppose most people are on the edges at one time or another and could use a seamstress.
glenn-currier
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
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