i brushed up against You, in a bookstore full of wanderers, like myself. they, too, thumb through seedy art magazines, questionable photography albums in search of Beauty. they, too, browse through the astrology section, deciphering and asking. but it was the Jesus books that got me, speaking of Your endless Love, unfailing Mercy. i wondered, could You have hidden Yourself in such a tiny space as this?Birth sign: Taurus
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