Compendium:Follow kindly
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Where my hosts lead me in kindness
I follow, follow lightly
and no footsteps do I leave
In the dust behind us
Where my hosts lead me in kindness
I follow, follow lightly
and no footsteps do I leave
In the dust behind us
We can deny our angels exist, convince ourselves they can't be real, but they show up anyway, at strange places, and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to, daring us. Challenging us to fight.
