"Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something that needs our love.
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundre...
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