annonyme
your narthex or mine?
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
then I am filled to my brim with sky
We are thinking, as the son of man, about the justifications we can understand, undersign, forgive, forget, forbear or mock. Sometimes we just have to sit apart from a brother. Waiting for his mind to change.
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