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Prologue Another one from the scribbles of decades past. Rest Only comfort of weary nights, Days of endless dispassioned flights, Toils and troubles so cloak my sight, Burdened, helpless to face the fight. What is rest? God promised the Israelites… Continue Reading →
Prologue I wrote a lot when I was younger — all sorts of stuff. I rather wish I had assigned a date. Anyway, it makes for interesting reading while poring through old files and folders. Recently, I found this. Some… Continue Reading →