That Spirit of Freedom
by katiedwyer
It was that spirit of freedom again. Like when I bought that old bike and rode straight through the wind, or when I skipped class just to drive around with Emma, or when I said “fuck” for the very first time. This time, it was when I stopped living for violence and started standing for peace.
lot of depth in this little piece
beautiful.
I love this…I’ve been reading some of your stuff here, and it’s really great. You’ve got a great gift for expression, ma’am!