A Matter of Perspective
The old haunts the new, but it is the unknown which hardens hearts and keeps the distilleries busy. There is no cold like looking from high above into the water below. And there is no dark like those first steps beyond the light of a campfire. The unseen, unknown and unwanted, are lurking everywhere— beneath the waves, within the shadows, just beyond your grasping reach. Sometimes prison is simply your perspective, and the God you thought dead returns unannounced, only bigger and more loving.
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- Second Communion · May 15‹ MariscalSoftened ›