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The Soul

A whisper carried on the wind, a flame that flickers, not dimmed. It dances in the quiet night, a spark that yearns for endless flight. No form to hold, no shape to see, yet deeper still than you or me. It hums beneath the skin, the bone, a secret song, a truth unknown. Through storms it bends, but does not break, its path untold, yet still it wakes. It seeks the light, the endless skies, and in the dark, it softly sighs. A river flowing, soft and wide, an ocean vast with shifting tide. The soul, a mystery, profound, lost and found in the sacred ground.

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Date: 5/11/2025 4:00:00 PM
This holds a lot of light. You must write from it. :)
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Alesia Leach
Date: 5/18/2025 12:23:00 PM
That’s such a beautiful thing to say, Paige--thank you. I try to write from that place, even when the shadows creep in. I’m so glad the light shone through for you.
Date: 5/1/2025 3:19:00 PM
That final line is tight and true Alesia. Soul, that engine of capable and enigmatic imagination, sourced from ineffable love, surviving on storm feel and cool clarity...J.A.B.
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Alesia Leach
Date: 5/2/2025 10:19:00 AM
Thank you, Justin--your reflections always feel like soul-notes of their own. I love how you described the soul as surviving on “storm feel and cool clarity”--such a vivid truth. You always elevate the moment with your insights, and I’m grateful every time our words get to share space.
Date: 3/8/2025 5:38:00 AM
You can see the heart and soul at work in your work. Excellent portrayal of how the soul is a much needed unseen organ that can keep us going.
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