More gray than black, the thick layer of dust left a perpetual haze . . . the remnants of lectures past were always there, refusing to go away, lending their own quiet voices.
Oct 17, 2007
Train Prayers
Creator King,
Let this day be simple, so that I might understand.
Thanksgiving is due, but I am slow to give it. I'm struggling to draw lines between human and divine and where they intersect or if they even do and I ask that you be patient with me.
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