A Cool Breeze Seemed to Whisper, “Look Up Child”
Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet peas among the boulders heralding my hike. A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered, “Look up, child. The sky is filled with My glory.”
But I didn’t want to.
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