How the relentless wind blows; Chilling the bones and securing the approaching season’s home. Plowing the earth for snow’s foundation. The blinding white Temple will be built, regardless man’s desire for Spring. The Gospel blows upon the earth, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful in all its Holy intent; chilling all souls and preparing for the approaching season … Continue reading
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