The ache to utter and see in word. The silhouette of a brooding soul.
I can totally relate to this. I interpret it as the ache that comes when you want to write or speak, but words don't come. Or if they do, they aren't the right ones. This can happen in joy as well as pain.
This weekend was awesome; full of worship and community. There's just something amazing about being up in the mountains that soaks into my soul. I hope you all got a chance to enjoy the weather, the mountains, your friends, your family, your life. Goodnight :)
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