I don’t know where the darkness ends and I begin. There is a heaviness that seems to trump my senses. Heavy laden, made of molten lava that drifts through my veins, through my body, slowing me down. Tick. Tick. Tick. What did you say? I blink and I can hardly make out who is in […]Read more "He is doing a new thing"
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