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.
Sep 10, 2008
#910
Defiance. The words sound the same as every other verse. Solomon's writ can't hold them hostage. Running free pages turn and the sun is never new.
1 comment:
The sun is never new. I love that.
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