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I wish you looked to
me how you gaze longingly
with love for mountains
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Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee!
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When Jesus didn't answer me.
I was standing alone in a desert. It was windy and dark. The sun had already gone over the horizon, and night had come down to face me. By then I understood that darkness is inevitable and that we are only passing through as guests. I could only spot a few specific lights in this seemingly abandoned little town. Hopefully, there was someone to help me find a place where I could spend the night. My first stop was usually a fire station.
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