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It has been a dark week. The weather celebrates the power of gray and my Lord has made my iPod playlist a gloomy one. UNTIL THE MORNING COMES may be encouraging, yet the heavy lightness is too much to bring a morning delight. I almost just want to whisper, instead of speak loudly. But I … Read more
Dark Monday
I love staying in bed. That’s the only comfort I can ask for when sick. But with dim daylight I feel bad. I have started to understand why crimes are particularly active when it is overcast. The air is too humid to breathe.
Protected: The Heat Trauma
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