The Cadence of Hope

The mechanical resonance that fills my bones has me cracking. Constructive frequency chips away at my shoulders and knees. Rejection to critique to the words that no one speaks that haunt me that makes my courage flee my visage disfiguring. This is not pretty. This is the ugly me.   But I keep getting up,... Continue Reading →

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

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Footsteps, Footprints and Words

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Stories and philosophy, borne out of my own experiences of life on three continents.

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