Despite the guilt, I seem to have patience with the process.
Despite the guilt, I seem to have patience with the process.
It’s not that making sense of things is pointless.
Relationships with this crowd are worth the wait.
Her words came out in a rhythmic pinched staccato.
Who can survive the wild places, plagued by cold feet?
There are fourteen who prophesy here.
There is no getting around this embarrassment.
By then we were co-conspirators.
Asking is tough on certain people.
Which will it be tonight?