Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
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I want there to be A new numbering of the Years, so that it says, “Before me,” “after me.” I want to have changed the
Hairy hands, broadly Built blacksmith, craftsman, barrel Chested, devoted Husband to Laura. Of the Tuatha de Danaan. All was green forest. “Patience,” he counsels. “For
Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray
In the beginning, Lord Yehashuah, you moved Among the waters To establish the Firmament and divide the Heaven and the earth. In this time of