A walk in the desert. A glimmer. Something new, something
good, something hopeful. Across the desert a mixed reception. An authority
figure, not meeting the eye, but spreading suspicion in the corners of the
room. All he says: When you find what you are looking for, let me know. Journey
on. And there – did I mention you bear gifts of value beyond measure of money? –
you find the beginning of a new order of the ages, in nascent glory.
Who are you? Wise ones from the East? Naomi and Ruth? Joshua? A family from the land across the desert?
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