Somewhere high in a liminal space in the clouds the old witch crow circled the tree place where rivers flow in misty land looking for the mother of all the builds.
the wolves you could hear
just around the full moon bend
their howls cold in the wind
On the dust of stars the children of the children of God meet, streaks of gray on blue peaks of time shifts.
Alhamdulillah
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Dear Christian apologetics people,
I watched a woman on You tube paint a cat instead of talking about something she felt was heresy, I can't recall what the subject matter was, it was all I needed to know. Anyway in all seriousness the conversation is responsibility and who is responsible for who's behavior and what is acceptable behavior and, what is not and why and then...
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