"These ravens must go!" he said. "But, Sire, it is very unlucky to kill a raven," replied Flamstead, "If you do that the Tower will fall and you will lose your kingdom, having only just got it back!" Charles, being a pragmatist, thought for a moment and said: "The Observatory must go to Greenwich and the ravens can stay in the Tower."
For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.
📷: Nikon D3400
A sunset (end) in the land where I was born (beginning). It’s only fitting that the dying of the light should serve as the the backdrop for my last Instagram post. Goodbye Instagram. It’s been a shitty ride. Hopefully others will break free too.