Poetic Prose: Douglas H. Gresham

Lenten Lands: My Childhood with Joy Davidman and C.S. Lewis

“Then off we went across the sea, the water sparkling with the ever moving scattered jewels of reflected sunlight, salt spray tingling our faces and flavouring our lips, the quiet but insistent voice of the sea always in our ears, whispering, “I am here.”

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