Some days I get little bits of prose stuck in my head. They're usually just three or four lines. I'll try to expand on them, but nothing fits. It all feels too contrived. So I they are usually dismissed. But I've decided they should be shared, no matter the length. This one came as I was filing at work.
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When fear and doubt are raging strong
Make a heart whose feet do run
Ever swiftly to your throne
In its grace, being found and known
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I stumbled across this website yesterday. It has all sorts of lovely photos. As long as you search good, clean words. Anyways, I'm kind of addicted to their "vintage" section.
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