On Pausing at the Top of the Hill: We're all pretenders trying to be real
I was running late to Feast, but I couldn't help but stop at the top of the hill down to Jim and Kay's to take in the view. What was playing on the CD player --the Pretenders.
Blessed the man who hath sought enlightenment from the Day-Star of My Word. Blessed he who hath attired his head with the diadem of My love.
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