Grace: 100 Words
I am awkward. I say the wrong thing. My laugh is coarse. My feet turn in, my hair is rough.
But I do contain beauty. And joy. Compassion. Loyalty.
If you can find me in that place, if you can see me there, then you help me create that which I so greatly desire. You and I can make grace.
posted by ttractor @ 8:41 AM
3 Comments:
I see you. I'm not the only one, I know, but I do, too.
Grace, schrmace.
I would kill you for your beautiful teeth.
And your talent for photography.
like the lunch room in elementary school! I'll trade my teeth for your poise. For photography, I'll take your intellect...
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