let it BURN

Maturity. Last straw maturity.

No longer running onto a flaming bridge someone else chose to burn. 

Go on and throw that match, my friend. 

I’ll watch our bridge catch fire and and then walk away, continually praying for you. 

That’s dignity. That’s grace. That’s all.  

 

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