Day seventeen
Beauty as defiant agenda

How could I have walked away? I have said your words too [at times had thought them mine, only]. Only—all of us, too. Separation, lies out from within us. Lies. How kind, His breath, upon every recess of our aching heart. I find my story in your story. I will not walk away.

Proverbs 17:17

Oil on Canvas Board
Framed in FSC Beechwood
8 in x 8 in, 12 x 12 in framed