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When our dull wits had so declined
“The Invisible Seen” When our dull wits had so declined as to set us mid the squalor of the merely sensible creation, the Very God consented to become a body of His own, that He as one among us might gather our dim senses to Himself, and manifest through such incommensurate occasion that He is…
Fortune by Dobby Gibson
It can never be that way again.Every neighbor is, to some degree, a spy. When you arrive, they will have been expecting you. And still a cold wind washes silver through he gate. Smut glows from behind the gas station registers. Most things float when they die. They need you in wardrobe, fair enough, but…