I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Changes.
.
.
The old way. Unholy fire.
A new path. Holy water.
A new life. Trued life.
A new way. The good way. The door to more. The sanctity of life.
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