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everyday gets a little more concrete. i feel a bit more substance under me and in me and around me. the future is still shrouded in haze, and ideas and people and opportunity emerge from it in an ethereal, slow motion procession, that does little to alleviate the disquiet that the peace that surpasses all understanding is doing battle with. peace is being fought for. peace is being put on. peace is growing inside me. it’s peace that will kill the monster - abiding peace that comes from a deep understanding of grace.