The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

repost: "Future Things, Past Things"

"Future Things, Past Things."

My thoughts on Daniel 8 from Sept. 27, 2008

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