What is it that you don’t see about omniscience, can’t wrap your sight around? Sure, the point of point of view is murky on
What is it that you don’t see about omniscience, can’t wrap your sight around? Sure, the point of point of view is murky on
It was the third verse, just as our mouths fixed triumphant. Our eyes moved from the brown hymnal to heaven as he prepared his
The bear, my big self, lumbers into hibernation, relishing the fit of a grass-padded den and winter dreams. I’m feared for my teeth, but
