i want there to be bright openings in the duties of my life- giant flashes of thunder and light that crack open the parched ground to let me kneel and dip my fingers into swiftly moving water that heads for dry and grieving characters in great need of solace.
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blimey, there is a god after all.
hi, nice blog
re-read this and then realised how inappropriate my words may have been.
what i meant was that it is great to see you back and posting.
however, the tone of your words are dark. dark and sad and i just wish to say...keep well.
x
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