On Chains, Post-Apocalyptic Dreams, and Tenderness

 

Today, Amber is on the road to Alabama and she's asked me to pen a few lines for her blog. It's not likely to be an expected piece, and it's a brief break from our prosperity gospel series (sort of), but it's my offering for the day. I hope you enjoy it.  We'll be back with the series tomorrow.

 

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I was in a parking deck in the center of a grey-skied city. From the deck, there was nothing but burned out buildings and glass-sharded windows. People wandered the streets, shell-shocked with eyes to the sky. Disappointed looters came from buildings, shoulders shrugging at the lack of wares to pinch.

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Photo by boklm, via Creative Commons.