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I see the twinkling of the stars, but I do not hear them sing. I see the rustling…
Wordless Wednesday – #19
I see the twinkling of the stars, but I do not hear them sing. I see the rustling…
branches drip down spindly fingers reaching the ground walking the path unbeknownst to you spirits silently laugh breezes…
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights,…
“Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. ~Job 13:15
