Distant hills.

The path leads into them; a stream flows out, steadily toward me.
Are they goal or source?
Sun sets between peaks; along the way is shelter.
Guide my feet and direct my gaze, Lord.
(Letter #3,341)
Distant hills.

The path leads into them; a stream flows out, steadily toward me.
Are they goal or source?
Sun sets between peaks; along the way is shelter.
Guide my feet and direct my gaze, Lord.
(Letter #3,341)
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