Reading this, I couldn't help but think of Jesus, outside Lazarus' tomb.
Holding on to Autumn. I love it. I was standing on a hill overlooking a corn field, listening to the high winds rustle the dried leaves and just basking in the moment.
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Reading this, I couldn't help but think of Jesus, outside Lazarus' tomb.
Holding on to Autumn. I love it. I was standing on a hill overlooking a corn field, listening to the high winds rustle the dried leaves and just basking in the moment.
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