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Meeting Melchizedek
My father lives in an old army footlocker that lies in the attic of our home. Faded rusted and rotting...
My father lives in an old army footlocker that lies in the attic of our home. Faded rusted and rotting...
At times it becomes difficult to create for one's self...
It moves It walks...
at the end of the day obama cannot be all of the things he promised to be, be the person we imagined...
my uncle once said something true...
I still remember the faces of the men we killed. Men women children. Chicken farmers most of them...