Dear Lord, the weight of words are too heavy to possibly float upon the ‘grace of light’ which dawn- glimmers of the eternal- in her eyes, therefore captivating men as does the sun to the land. Blue flint, struck harshly, sparks secrets- gripped in her gaze. Soft contours become your freedom where ‘by mercy’ you may die upon her lips.
-Bridget Chase 2017- Musing about Yvonne Strahovski
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