April 4, 2015
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Darkness. In the tomb. Blackness. Night.
Sometimes, beloved, we enter the darkness of nothing.
A time between everything else.
A time to reflect on the good and the bad.
Looking for the light.
Longing for the light.
A time to never, ever forget . . .
Hang on, beloved.
He is here.
And we will be reunited soon!
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