Wheeling Gull Isle glory

she was pointed.

harsh. spiteful. jaded.

none of it surprised him! she was not the image of gratefulness for acts of kindness. bartholomew had not picked her for an easy and rewarding process.

and does it matter? i never opted to take the way out. i never strayed so far as to have no return.

such a thing did not exist, in bartholomew's eyes.

nobody could ever be entirely beyond God's grasp.