These are commentaries on life as I know it. It can be the quickened, pulsating breath you feel as the roller coaster inches its was over the ride's summit. It can be the calming breeze on the dusk of a warm day, sitting in isolation, reflecting on beauty or loves once had. It, life, can be everything that you will it to be.
I just want to say that nothing in this world can compete with the taste of fresh bread. Chris just brought home a bag full of rolls that must have just come out of the oven. They’re still warm. Praise Jesus!
posted by He sings @ 6:25 PM
These are commentaries on life as I know it. It can be the quickened, pulsating breath you feel as the roller coaster inches its was over the ride's summit. It can be the calming breeze on the dusk of a warm day, sitting in isolation, reflecting on beauty or loves once had. It, life, can be everything that you will it to be.
I am whatever would sound inviting to you. It is so hard to not sound cliché here, so that will have to do.
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