Shoots
Sleep beckons, but something else does too. The quiet kick, the quiet fire, that draws so may of us here. There is utility in sleep. So much to gain. But there is a pragmatism in the creative act that acknowledges the wonders of truth, beauty and goodness, and wants to beckon to them, beckon to He who is the truth, through word and deed. I can’t do that…
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