There is always a darker colored line in my stain.
Dust attaches to my stain. A flower petal
landed on my satin, I pulled it off
and there—a light mark underneath
where the stain had been wiped away.
“You number my wanderings; put my tears into your bottle; are they not in your book?” (Psalm 56:8)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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