I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942.
Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
As WLSpaces close, The Correspondent CovPros are movng IT archivs & re-organizing letters for G's Bus using the Rainbow Way P En Trans... Sys like SAGE in ARKv.
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