Friday, August 1, 2008
Varied Terrain
I have climbed mountains through my premeditated fear. The valleys swallowed my innocence; I emerged confident. Woodlands call for me, then call to me and I rebuke them. The stream runs crystal clear; its waters chill my essence. The valleys swallowed my innocence; I emerged confident. The trails...
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A STORM AT SEA
A counter-revolution begins with a capful of wind And the tempest in a teacup. Trembling on the verge of collapse, one may find Himself caught between two squalls, while riding the Waves of heart and soul without interruption. The winds half a gale, while pounding waves force the Vessel to sail...
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