The green church of my Sunday morning walks where I said my prayers and partook a feral communion has been reduced to black beams, a broken canopy. Now shadows cross my soul on walking. It has become a navigation of stark choices. – #CLNolan https://t.co/i3f3TG8s5A
The green church of my Sunday morning walks where I said my prayers and partook a feral communion has been reduced to black beams, a broken canopy. Now shadows cross my soul on walking. It has become a navigation of stark choices. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/i3f3TG8s5A
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 10, 2021