He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
20 April 2009
Been Burned By This World's Cold
The world offers you comfort, but you were not made for comfort; you were made for greatness. -Pope Benedict XVI
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