The Creator extinguishes the lamps of night, one by one as He walks through the sanctuary. His robes blaze from within - firery reds, brilliant yellows, tinges of blue - as He awakens morning. Birdsong swells to a chorus, the only sound that dares disturb this holy place - the dawning of day.
I LOVE this! "The Creator extinguishes the lamps of night..." Helping us to remember that we are watched over. I love the imagery in this, and I love the photo with it.
Cryssa
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Cryssa
Georg
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Michelle~
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ET
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Joyce B.
Fee
love, Carole~
thank you for sharing
peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
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Susan