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I remember sitting alone in a park. My shoulders arced, I felt no peace. The air was humid, Clouds were gray. I thought at least the rain would put me at ease. I whispered a short prayer- the kind that was rushed and abrupt. Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us. Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question. Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another Whispering back in a christened voice and suddenly humanity became sacrosanct. He heard me.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
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I remember sitting alone in a park. My shoulders arced, I felt no peace. The air was humid, Clouds were gray. I thought at least the rain would put me at ease. I whispered a short prayer- the kind that was rushed and abrupt. Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us. Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question. Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another Whispering back in a christened voice and suddenly humanity became sacrosanct. He heard me.
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19/F/South Africa
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
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