Apr 2021
Justice, justice
You lay sweetly upon our souls
this morning
after the turmoil.
I wish you were not so rare a visitor.
You lay sweetly upon our souls
this morning
after the turmoil.
I wish you were not so rare a visitor.
My reflection on a peaceful morning after the verdict in the Chauvin trial.
(M/DeSoto, TX)
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