Today on a grey, very cold and wet afternoon as I sat in a café watching an unlikely and un- natural situation form between 2 people I quietly contemplated the existence of Satan. Now sometimes we dig our own graves, I know, and sometimes we see them being dug for us.
The pasts hang ups never really heal, we just bury the whole mess and eventually it works its way up again by means new. The odds are long so we know we are not mistaken when we identify the foe once more. Are we baited ?
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