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dusty rain falls …
dusty rain falls onto blazing fires heavy smoke bleeds over the dusk muted moonlight streams cast dark shadows…
Very powerful words Mark! 🙂
Thank you Charlene!
Love it. “He shatters my theology.”
🙂
Happy new year Mark.
Thanks Staci, happy new year to you too!