Psalm 119 :121-144
Rue Haute is the sort of road I like; a slight slope, mossy banks, trees touching fingertips making a shady arch. The whole with the scent of fresh earth. But after rain I cannot linger and indulge my senses. My feet slip on the slightly moss covered paving stones. Keep my feet steady Lord as I negotiate the path of life.
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