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In God’s mind, there was infinity. a slowly whirling, glittering, eternity of terrifying bright night, full of flames that sprinted in ellipses, and marbled floating globes with golden belts of grit and sand all this, tethering His earth with their gravities. In God’s mind, there was a glassy-toothed plesiosaurus, smooth-skinned, dark-eyed, soaring through the airy green deeps. In God’s mind, there was a rumply, wrinkly boulder of an elephant, curling his corrugated trunk shaking his curving tusks. And in God’s mind there was His Child. In God’s mind there were His children: heads, feet, hearts, muscles, nerves, veins, eyes, and hands and mouths. all these. And once upon a time, in God’s mind, there was a small, feathered thing. light-boned and fragile, with a pert, sassy **** to its head-- a daring rascal of a bird! It had a thin, flat tail like a paintbrush, that flicked and bobbed as though held loose in an artist’s indecisive fingers-- As for the feet, their scales were like a lizard’s gray, scalloped ones, fringing eight skinny claws-- such a small bird! And the wings --He smiled-- the wings were the best part, those bronzy-edged feathers, as neatly lapping over each other as shingles on a roof. Ah, yes, in God’s mind there was a sparrow.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
In God's Mind
In God’s mind, there was infinity. a slowly whirling, glittering, eternity of terrifying bright night, full of flames that sprinted in ellipses, and marbled floating globes with golden belts of grit and sand all this, tethering His earth with their gravities. In God’s mind, there was a glassy-toothed plesiosaurus, smooth-skinned, dark-eyed, soaring through the airy green deeps. In God’s mind, there was a rumply, wrinkly boulder of an elephant, curling his corrugated trunk shaking his curving tusks. And in God’s mind there was His Child. In God’s mind there were His children: heads, feet, hearts, muscles, nerves, veins, eyes, and hands and mouths. all these. And once upon a time, in God’s mind, there was a small, feathered thing. light-boned and fragile, with a pert, sassy **** to its head-- a daring rascal of a bird! It had a thin, flat tail like a paintbrush, that flicked and bobbed as though held loose in an artist’s indecisive fingers-- As for the feet, their scales were like a lizard’s gray, scalloped ones, fringing eight skinny claws-- such a small bird! And the wings --He smiled-- the wings were the best part, those bronzy-edged feathers, as neatly lapping over each other as shingles on a roof. Ah, yes, in God’s mind there was a sparrow.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
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