Where the Sun Never Sets

In winter, birds search for longer days just as they hunt for food. This desire drives them in flight over mountains and valleys, finally resting in a sunnier place. And I, a bird without wings, restlessly traveling over land and sea as well, seeking a city whose builder and maker is God, where there is no night and the sun never sets.


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