reflection
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We sit with ourselves more often than we admit, in the quiet spaces between moments, where memory drifts in unannounced, soft as light, heavy as stone. We think of years gone by, of faces that once filled our days, of laughter that echoed longer than we realized, and of losses that carved their names into… Read more
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May 2025 This morning, I set out for a quiet walk along the track near my home. The air was mild for the season, and several others were already out, enjoying the unexpected warmth. I parked near the tennis courts, stepped through the gate, and began walking, using the time to talk with the Lord… Read more
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In the brittle cold and loneliness of my room,I watch as night settles and the string lights are turned off as their brutal glare is too bright for the shadows hiding in the corners of my mind I’m a wordsmith therefore words never choke in my throat, yet today life seems lost like silence in… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 