move
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These shoes are like coming home. Every day, I remind my body of what it can do and from where it came. Others may raise their hands to the heavens to glorify that which they cannot see, but when I feel the motion tug at me from the inside, clawing its way out, I know that this is the kind of holiness that can make me believe; the drenching ache that steals your breath and leaves you glowing and satisfied. 
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© Jennifer Summer | 2015