Hill Talk Across the lowlands of life, shadows weave their webs along the landscape. In these wearied places one is destined to search for sunlight, as the mystery of things lay low in the mind. Anointed only by grace, one survives these unadorned cycles of soul time where thoughts fail to climb skyward and hearts feel under nourished by such a few portions of hope. Still, man cannot fall from...
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