The distant crackle of thunder on a dark starless night and the gentle patter of raindrops hitting the dirt around me. More than I have a right to expect, and as close to a balm as we might get.
Gilead’s balm
The distant crackle of thunder on a dark starless night and the gentle patter of raindrops hitting the dirt around me. More than I have a right to expect, and as close to a balm as we might get.
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Absolutely lovely writing.
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Thank you so much for such a kind remark.
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Perfectly synched and understated, image and words. Really nice.
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Thanks so much!
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“More than I have a right to expect…”
I’d never thought of expectations as a right. Interesting perspective!
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Just the way the thought popped out of my brain. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Beautiful
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Thanks so much.
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Eerie, really atmospheric. Great
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Thanks so much.
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A wonderful feeling is conveyed here in both image and words. Lovely!
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Thanks so very much for your lovely remarks.
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Shivoham* 🙏🙏🙏
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Thank you so much.
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This is wonderful
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Love this. Rain on the roof is one of my favorite sounds.
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Thanks. Yes, rain on the roof is so soothing.
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