White

Then White becomes Black, Then White turned Black and Then Black is what we see… Blurred lines upon Hermon, Love is as strong as Death, White is Pure, Washed and Sanctified. Yet White is White, Whiter than the Sun at noonday… O farmhouse! When ye purposed of White rain in the time of the latter rain, so White must make bright the clouds, and give showers of rain, to every one animal that grazeth the field.

For White’s Idols have spoken vanity, and the diviners have seen a lie, and have told false dreams; they comfort in vain: therefore the little animals will go away as a flock, they were troubled, yes, because there was no shepherd to redeem.

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