This made me remember that songs are not written—they arrive. Every true hymn is a visitation from World Three, carrying remnants of a love that cannot die and a wound that cannot lie. Thank you for holding the ache with reverence and letting it sing.
This made me remember that songs are not written—they arrive. Every true hymn is a visitation from World Three, carrying remnants of a love that cannot die and a wound that cannot lie. Thank you for holding the ache with reverence and letting it sing.
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