Fox had sat long in the crumbling temple before he spoke. Color poured down the stepped sides, frozen in the lifetimes of men, but liquid in the life of earth..
i do not share in your religion, but i believe in the creator and his creation, brave Men and Women, and the great and beautiful things they do and say. i believe in these hands, his hands
Fox held his scarred worn hands out before him, to be seen and to show, and to beg forgiveness from above…
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