I think C. S. Lewis wrote a story in which hell was a rather dreary, dark, dusty city absent of any feeling. No warmly lit windows, no laughter, no greetings. Silence. — Bitter Crank
Hell is easier to imagine than a heaven of blessedness, for some reason. — Bitter Crank
I think C. S. Lewis wrote a story in which hell was a rather dreary, dark, dusty city absent of any feeling. — Bitter Crank
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