Winds Of Uncertainty

She came to realize that even the slightest blow of the winds of uncertainty can be freezing cold. Sometimes, it penetrated her flesh, seeping through her open pores. Her faith was her cardigan shielding her skin from the sensations induced by the breeze of doubts. She couldn’t live without her cardigan and she wouldn’t last a day without her faith.

Her faith was the only thing that kept her heart warm.
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Author: Sassy

Country girl with a gypsy soul, living life the unconventional way.

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