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A Faint Whisper
A secret was told to me in a faint whisper, when I was overcome by sleep and disturbed by dreams. I trembled with fear, and my hair stood on end. A wind blew past my face, and it stopped and stood still. Then a form appeared— a shapeless form. And from the silence, I heard a whisper: “Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker?”. Original public domain image from Flickr
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