Br. Josef Posted March 1, 2009 Report Share Posted March 1, 2009 (edited) The light at the end of the tunnel began to grow smaller with the smoke obscuring it still. And the spot of hope flickered in the haze the last of its light blackened and gone.And only then did I think to walk frontward to see who was driving this train. Edited March 1, 2009 by Br. Josef Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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