the wall that divides
As I served Savior under the carriage of the bridge this morning, I walked to the other side.
Literary, metaphorically, and…well, spiritually.
Those of you who live here on the Gulf Coast, or have visited and served with our Arms of Mercy, Inc. street service, understand.
On one side of the bridge, that facing the Yacht Club and the bountiful (yet artifici…
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