The death of my stepfather, the unreached Frederick Cathedral, the drizzle in London, the prayers of believers.
Andersen's lie.
I raised my head and looked at the dim light on the horizon, then turned around and walked into the dark alley in the morning light on the street.
Sylvia, have you ever thought about meeting her in this life?
Purpose: Believers wandering on the edge of being lost return to their original aspiration