“And now she did weep and now she was a child again. What could I do but fondle and weep with her? But this is a great shame to write; there was now (for me) a kind of sweetness in our misery for the first time. This was what I had come to her in her prison to do.”
“the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroyed us merely
— Jul 28, 2026 05:57PM
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