We rode the camel. Across the desert. To where? From this dry to the promised oasis, of course.
Along the way, we loaded ourselves with bags. Not to mention the baggage we perenially carry. We accumulated sins, drowned in the river of the spirit, danced with the light. You carried the cross, "The Lord will watch over us."
Today, you added "her" into the mix.
The camel's knee broke. The devil had found the straw.
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