So how do you explain walking through a thick fog in the middle of the desert spring? Even more how do you explain when that fog is your life? That's how things have felt since March 13th, when my adopted mother, past from this life to the next. It is not that I am laying around stuck in sorrow. Nay, in truth, I am up about and going on with daily life. Tis just that daily things seem to be coated in a thick fog and the Light to my path is not breaking through very far...
~ Morria
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