That blue skies and sunny days could be so pretty.
This is what I must do:
Fill my heart so many lovely things, plans for the future, reminders of laughter and friendship - that there might be no room for regret or envy or dark things.
It is a form of God hunting, I suppose.
God, where are you?
Prayers that wing up to the heavens.
Is this, then, a prayer?
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