Of Course The New Testament Is Very

The Little Girl Skipped By Under The Wrinkled Oak Leaves And Held Fast To A Replica Of Herself.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.