The Calling
I thought I had time to organize my effects, clean out my closet, transfer title, and wash my body of dead skin.
She lit the spark. Fetched the twigs one by one.
I did not wish to know her. Not yet. But she has wandered along my way, famished from the journey. Broken bones and all. Mary full of grace.
She lit the spark. Fetched the twigs one by one.
I did not wish to know her. Not yet. But she has wandered along my way, famished from the journey. Broken bones and all. Mary full of grace.
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