We are all the same people.
With sinning hearts that make us equal.
Here is my hand, not words said desperately.
It is not our job to MAKE anyone believe.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I want a barn. Traditional. Big and red with pure white trim, nestled between rolling green hills with perfectly aged Oak trees standing in the distance and a peaceful, rock-lined stream flowing gently along the property line.

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