The rising sun – a miracle.

The wind – a miracle.
These hands – a miracle.
Why search I for intricacies, Lord? Is it not enough that I exist within your creation?
Simple miracles, cascading through the day.
I am one, too.
(Letter #2,373)
The rising sun – a miracle.
The wind – a miracle.
These hands – a miracle.
Why search I for intricacies, Lord? Is it not enough that I exist within your creation?
Simple miracles, cascading through the day.
I am one, too.
(Letter #2,373)
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