Thursday, October 29, 2009
Lost Light
Walking along, I cannot even see my hand in front of my face, let alone my feet or the ground upon which I tread. Yet, I only stumble, I do not fall. Is there a Grace that holds me? Or is it all a matter of chance? Any moment, the edge could come, and I would be powerless, useless not to take that...
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