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Holy Mysteries
You will take me downInto the depths feeling I might drownFor you know it is there can I…
This is the ending of my recently written story, “The Beauty of the Stars”. I wrote the story…
she comes out of the dark on a crescent moonlit night flowing mane like the golden rays of…
The sun’s rays still beat down hot as the afternoon slowly faded to evening. A breeze blew off…
You will take me downInto the depths feeling I might drownFor you know it is there can I…
There are no neutral encounters; each action, each word, each thought either gives life or takes it. Do…