My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The Switch
every once in a while in all randomness, something unexpected happens and it pushes us all forward; and the truth is, when i'm starting to think, when i'm starting to feel, is that maybe the human race isn't a race at all.
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