GOD WINS
THIS UNKNOWN TRACKLESS WILDERNESS ACROSS THE PLANES TOUCHING THE HEM OF THE MOUNTAINS THAT ARISE HIGH INTO THE SKY AS STREAKING CLOUDS ARE BLOWN BY FANNING THEM WITH A BREATH OF FRESH AIR THE BLUE SKY ONLY THE SUPREME ONE CAN COLOR IT'S VARIATIONS OF SHADED BLUE THE TUMBLEWEEDS READY TO DEPART AT... Sign in to see full entry.