Ramblings from a troubled mind. Row upon row of flats, grey against the weak blue autumn sky. Why is there a puddle of a suspicious yellow liquid near the train door and why is there a strange man begging as he makes his way down the crowded aisle of the RER B? A wasteland that has landed firmly where I had imagined Paradise to be. Her light blue eyes stare directly into min.

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Wednesday, July 24, 2013. Drenching all who walk and talk. Washing all who learn and teach. Cleansing all who share and care. Oh Father to whom we most solemnly pray. Oh Mother whom we most dearly love. Oh Jesus who calls us to brotherhood and sisterhood. Oh Family, from whom we draw power and sustenance. Surely this mere act of percipitation. Surely this watering of wonder from the sky.

When Joshua became a Muslim he never imagined how much his life would change. What is your favorite fiction genre? What do you primarily read? What do you write? Another Book Finished.