| This town had sat undisturbed and silent for so long, each little house draped in a monotonous, predictable fog. The fog said to passersby that life was just what it was; expect no more. That was exactly what they expected, no more than they already had. Most of the people in the town were perfectly content with the amount of faith they had, which in most cases only consisted of religion that was routine, and they never strove for their own personal relationship with Christ. They showed up to… |
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