O Arglwydd, Plyg Ni
Slate and glass. Early morning. A drizzle tap dances on the chapel roof, a September draft chilling the window panes. Though the space is cold, the air seems almost electrified by the words of the preacher; his words, though simple, cut straight to the heart. The young man sits, head tipped against hands folded in […]
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