I stand on the edge of nothing, I speak to it, because I speak of the people.

Any sigh of comfort. I had been worried right after very last show that the writers wanted us to consentrate Clay was going to perish at the end of the season.

God is not finished with us yet. He is slowly forming us into what He wants of our lives. Each of us is like a lump of clay that God is shaping into a masterpiece for His Glory. We can comply with God’s will or fight it and mar the masterpiece.

We are bound by supernatural circumstance that surrounds us. as the saying goes: God made man, man made things. GOD THE POTTER.

True Poem Story Must Read.

Some good homemade tips for every woman to feel beatifull.

 I am learning to recognize the soul inside everybody around me.

Got the idea from white fang, by jack london.

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Poetry at PoeticMC’s finest… (In dedication to D.J.)