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Wanderlust Soul


I’m getting in touch with my soul. 

She’s been there all along, but somehow I’ve overlooked her for all these years. 

I’m finding that she is quite the hippie. 

A wanderlust. 

Dancing, rain, travel, nature, freedom, yoga, words, music…

these are the things that set her on fire.

She is sensitive but hopeful. 

She longs for simplicity and peace. 

She yearns for grace and patience.

She feels at home in solitude but can also hang with a crowd. 

Like the sun rising after the darkest of nights she shines,

and the more I let her, the brighter she gets. 

Like an old friend who knows every part of me, she has always been there…

My soul. 

My being. 

My home. 




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