Theres something awfully compelling about the sky at dusk. As soon at the clouds glaze over with the yellow of a sinking sun it's almost as if there;s a race to go and find that beauty spot where for the alotted time spent there, things fit into place.
You don;t need a 5 year plan, you don;t have to learn to drive, your martial status means nothing because for those select seconds time is dead.
Reading books is all good and fair but they offer stale and impractical hope. I;ve never been much of an application kinda guy...does Christianity require you to be a certain 'type' of person?
I;m just pissed off because I feel left out.
Better luck next time.
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