Month: February 2025

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  To the Uttermost

  Jesus is crouching before me, sitting back on his haunches, a steaming basin of water in front of him. He… Read more.

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  In the crook

  I make my way to him, stealthy and slow, tiptoeing through the strange, cloying dark of an eclipse – a… Read more.

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  In the Whisper

  We walk into the desert together, slow, silent. I steal small glances at the man beside me as we move… Read more.