Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16: 18 she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff face worried as she noticed the rough seas whilst above high dark clouds rumbled though the sun shone straight at her face could it enlighten her about what had happened thoughts came and went, as she remembered the letter he had sent her and wondered was she deceived by her soldier and sister he insulted her refusing to marry him and she insulted him back vowing she would never marry him come what may still thoughts rumbled inside her mind was he really proud or was she prejudiced the jagged edges of a knife pierced her soul could there have been some half-truths in his insults she still hated him but admired his handsome face facts churned in her head and confused her even more could she face those jagged edges of truths she turned and walked down the rough cliff her soul lacerated with truths and pride Placed 1
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