Fairy tales we told ourselves
from old books on dusty shelves
glow wisp-like on distant shores:
Come, let’s reach for them once more!
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The substance of things to be hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.
As a body without a spirit is dead, so is faith without deeds.
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Be careful out there 🙂
-A.O.
Aletheia Observatory 