For His namesake a life brought back in a blink f an eye. All the time in the world day and night He is near. Here.
Head. She yawned. A lioness in her den. No place to lay. Anger swallowed the craved milk of passion and it filled up with spiritual joy.
Body moving from past routines into the present shift of tasks. Many days and nights took fantasy into a deep sleep. Still more waves hit the shore some choppy and cold with no reply. There was no rescue.
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