I strand-brush away as my family scrolls past strolls past me i could descend into an abyss and be sitting in one place I worry- wart!- where? like that everyday. Every so often a secret an angel meets my gaze then turns turns turns away. In heaven’s refining fires is hell why stay? People change every day.


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