By Wayne Allensworth These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire…They are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory I have my own personal art gallery that I visit and survey every day of my life...
Creation as a Work of Art (Awake!)
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