The day was hot the water was cold and the lady wept from exhaustion. To me she came with fleeting hopes and I heeded her words with caution. She lay her head on my arm as I comforted her in the shade and told her to hold on and not give up and the music stopped.... I mustn't go on.
We humble ourselves in His sight. We confess that there is no other hope. Life walking like swimming through the open air, the gentle stroke of a piano key.
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