Coming Home...

[barnabascousins]

You stand before the old wooden doors, arrived at last after the longest journey of your life. The woods seem closer than ever tonight and you are anxious to be in out of the dark. You lift your hand to the old brass knocker, the wood beneath rubbed to a shine from nearly two hundred years of use. You rap three times and try not to imagine the

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[awakenyourfaith]

If it's worth anything, I feel this passage is very well written.

[barnabascousins]

Thank you very much! It is worth a lot ♥