Darkness prevails, inviting still, small places, spaces to recollect
the treasures of submission to the depth of winter.
We feel the almighty Presence saturate us.
A warm mist covers our mind, our bodies, and our souls.
We receive this grace and don't dare move. It is a balm as the moment continues, infinity timed.
Whisper by
Julanne
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