Hidden Treasures
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…