Petrichoric bliss
enchants droughted inhale. Drenched
by Red of sword’s chords.
*the sword of the centurion who pierced Christ
“…for they drank from the spiritual rock that accompanied them, and that rock was Christ.” 1 Cor. 10:4
The interesting story behind “petrichor”
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say no to clowns 
Beautiful words and song to take us to the end of 2017. Maybe the rain can bring some of this spirit into 2018. I hope 2018 brings much happiness to you and your family Vanessa and thank you for your writing in 2017.
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Thank you so much! I wish the same for you! 🎈🎉🎊✨
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Thank you Vanessa and my New Years task will be to learn to put some of those flashy things on the end of my replies 🙂 (this one is getting bored and lonely).
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I love this poem, Vanessa. Such a rich choice of words and symbolism, and, of course, a beautiful song. Really grateful to read this as my snow day comes to an end.
Next up for me this evening, reading Augustine’s Confessions.
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Hi! Thank you so much for saying, Stephen. I really appreciate it. And I’m so happy if it touched you!
I am curious how your evening reading went? I have yet to read that. My list is getting rather long. I was neglectful last year. Hope to remedy that a little this year.
So, it’s been snowing? I’m sorry I haven’t paid attention while immersed in this perfect summer night with friends at the beach…😁
(but i do miss white Christmases)
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