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Which calls to mind,
Beachwalking; Brora:
Were I to give a grain of sand
for every time a thought of you
. had crossed my mind;
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touching the ground again, albeit briefly
I have now progressed to pencilled blog-drafts, written in the early hours away from wi-fi, sat awaiting on being typed up. But the more immediate hours are being ruled instead by:
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Joy
It's a callooh! callay! day...
College: Fab
the Boy: En route
Health: On the mend.
I don't want to hibernate. I haven't come home & gone straight to bed. I'm not in pain ... All for the first time this week.
Life is good. Praise Be. -
from Origin's Praise Night:
Not the labour of my hands
can fufil Thy law's demands;
could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears for ever flow
all for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
~ Rock of Ages, cleft for me
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
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