Wilderness School:

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We witness.
We tell.
We cry.
We hope.
We pray.

We spare.
We wait.
We can.

We must.
We lend.
We bend.
We stand.

We cast.
We doubt.
We shake.
We glean.

We fight.
We run.
We hide
We mask.
We fall.

The axis of our souls out of orbit.
We uncover truths in scarlet letters…

The snare of the watchless.
The hold of the gun.
The pleading bones of some.

And what should we witness?
And point the finger at the system.

We broken- little leaves…

We learn much.
We school none.~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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