A no-thingness passes over the woods, ensued by stillness so encapsulating. The animals are all silent as the fawn lays head to rest and nose to chest. In this fetal repose, solace sings it to sleep. There is love, and love is real. Mountains bow to a king greater than flesh -- and spew out the glory for me. and you. and everyone we know.
I vow never to fall in love in this life.
Goodnight, God in heaven.
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