Dear Friend, Volume 2
You said your romantic fire is being doused by the liquid of distance. I think the liquid of distance can be flammable…
You said your romantic fire is being doused by the liquid of distance. I think the liquid of distance can be flammable…
I still love you passionately. Why don’t we leave for a trip to Paris tomorrow and not just Paris, but everywhere.
Look! How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine and drips from his toes.
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
Your body was in my arms but you were not.
Am I the only one
who feels distant from God
more often than near?
Try this step.
Works every time.
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