The view from a friend's apartment window. The little specs in this picture are neighborhood children sledding on plastic bags. This is a view from our balcony. To the right you can see the steps I walk down daily to get to the main road.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
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