The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at — Fridik Erlings
The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at — Fridik Erlings
The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at — Fridik Erlings
The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at — Fridik Erlings
The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at — Fridik Erlings
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The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at the cliffs. They floated freely around one another without colliding and the wind carried them high up into heaven.

— Fridik Erlings
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