“Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
As we look to the east for our Saviour, we see the first tendrils of dawn’s rosy light.
The mist swirled in the inky darkness of a dull, grey dawn. After fruitless slithering around the foot of the Ridge, after the route was lost, without a word being spoken, in one singular movement the two strangers headed back to the inn. The fire in the lounge conspired to forge a lifelong relationship.
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