tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1967375595996577997.post1270581810085330696..comments2023-09-03T04:14:13.410-07:00Comments on Freckled Writer: Fresh airErin Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03428693832930474044noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1967375595996577997.post-83620952298774843432009-01-25T17:41:00.000-08:002009-01-25T17:41:00.000-08:00I love it! Especially the image of the breeze unlo...I love it! Especially the image of the breeze unlocking jaws and unclenching teeth. I know exactly how that feels. There are days when I am so tight, I can hardly fill my lungs with so much as a whisper of air--fresh or otherwise. Truthfully, I am scared to breathe (and believe). I am afraid he will disappoint, and, unlike you, I cannot bear the thought that he is "human." I feel like we have had our fill of the frailty of "human." This time I'm looking for the part of human that can resist the base, that takes pride in the difficult and the honorable . . . so help him God.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com