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a moral
in elementary school the 'they' that we remember vaguely as anything other than 'me' called me Son of Thunder...
in elementary school the 'they' that we remember vaguely as anything other than 'me' called me Son of Thunder...
heather and i ran into a woman who attends my father's church at the mall today...
snow with no sun night skies with no stars...
I read a bit recently that described thanks as gratitude for that which one did not earn to which I...
Self-consciousness is generally loathsome, though it doesn't stop me from trepidating on its doorstep...
family is a strange thing...