"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
The word was God and he dwelt among us. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Regularly and often.
Rachel, by chance today's new post will bring us to this exact point!
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