“So, perchance, … we shall see the pale damps of the grave approaching, but they will never reach us; we shall hear ghastly winds issuing from the mouth of the tomb, but when they blow upon us they shall be sweet - the waving of the wings of the angels that sit in the antichamber of the hall of life, once the sepulcher of our Lord. And when we die, instead of finding we are dead, we shall have waked better!”
— Mar 16, 2022 09:03AM
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