Ingrid OliphantApr 28, 20171 min readHeavens Below The heavenly aren’t confined to the stars.We forget, even in our ideals of One, theglory of the mud to build our lives;light brought by the muckandpower of the magmato move mountains and men.
The heavenly aren’t confined to the stars.We forget, even in our ideals of One, theglory of the mud to build our lives;light brought by the muckandpower of the magmato move mountains and men.
FirmamentFirmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births...
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