Tag: the good shepherd
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The Cries of the Sheep
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The sheep lie scattered across the valley, each one willfully wandering away from the fold. Heads down, walking blind, grazing on grass that devours the soul. Yet, the evening leaves them frightened, and the darkness shakes them, shivering in the cold. They each look out across the withered pastures, surprised to find themselves so far…
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