We Are Dying, Just Say Thank you
'Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife, but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it? And as you split frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is Gods will and is a grace given to you, a gift, and that that is beautiful, and part of a greater certainty. And, as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact...
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