There are two extremes to all doings. As the quill in an ink well being also the ears to listen. And the hand that will grasp that quill is the spark in the imagination.
Such imagery, such elegance. A time spared by what is no longer endured. For some a moment that is reflected dearly.
More ways than one for being kept warm. Just picking the right time and place, as not wanting that comfort going to waste.
A life on edge to give subtle reasons for their actions. Giving them fuel to a fire by the risks to make.
Keeping it under their hat and not the one to be revealing. While to bite the bullet, it'll be the one who took a shot whom tells all. As others read up on it, guess who reaps all the rewards.
In the forest; roads laid from the natural trodden down path that many trek. A journey so many have taken time and time again. It's a direction that is so predictable, like running into a woods and knowing the way out again. It's these familiar ways that do not expect surprises along the way. Nor to expect the unexpected, as all take the same journey throughout their life.
Ephesians Ch.3:V.20 " - Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,"
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