The storm whipping wildly around me.
Salty mist obscuring my way.
Fear clawing its way through my heart.
Darkness waiting.
Then, Your gentle voice riding on the wind: ‘Come. Follow me.’
I step out of the boat, water cold on feet, Your hand reaching for mine.
Safe.
liezel graham 
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Thank you very much, George. I look forward to reading some of your writing.
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