“On clear nights uncanny sights go cold to the bone,
The water burns and blazes, that bog smokes.
Our people have not plumbed the perils of that deep”
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Theology That Bites Back
Theology That Bites Back
“On clear nights uncanny sights go cold to the bone,
The water burns and blazes, that bog smokes.
Our people have not plumbed the perils of that deep”