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Feet for...

Stamped: 4:46 a.m.

 

Pursuing joy is harder than I'd like. These feet were made for dancing. running. jumping. walking.
I'm trying to hold onto the joy... or find it... but it's so elusive... show me where it lives.
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  • Blogger yeti says so:
    6:00 p.m.  

    That is a sweet picture... and i totally agree about Joy... i was thinking today that i should be a most joyful person, but how does one just make that happy. and how are we joyful in this world of suffering? top