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Mist When clouds fill my day, it's hard to see or say what is. The struggle consumes all time and effort - looking at the mist. Real Love knows not the gray, and those who see no shadow say I AM. God blessed, kicking against the pricks,1 blinded by the light, so AM I. 1 "It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks" (Acts 9:5) George Denninger ©