Tales from a Recovering Atheist
A Naming I stood, and around me the grass bent, paying homage to the breeze, nodding tufted tips back and forth. The land undulated before me, an ocean of greens and browns, rills of grassland responding to wind-play. I turned to regard the man beside me. He stood still, gazing at my with blue interested […]
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