'the green wheat harvest,' the expression of our souls, the adventure of the time we are given and the quest upon the road less traveled. in the midst of tragedies comes the un bearing expression of life and new beginnings. unless the seed falls into the ground and dies, life will not be discovered or felt. hard words, i know. true, i believe so. comfort of the COMFORTER is always there, even if it is a half a wave length removed from our own present... davide.
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Thank you, Ilene.
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in the midst of tragedies comes the un bearing expression of life and new beginnings. unless the seed falls into the ground and dies, life will not be discovered or felt. hard words, i know. true, i believe so. comfort of the COMFORTER is always there, even if it is a half a wave length removed from our own present... davide.
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