The saints hang high in the sky tower, while mortals create pictures in their own world. An accident of mine, an accidental lowering of His eyes, and our eyes met in the valley. At this point, my story with Him unfolds.
Reader comments
No one reads it, forget it, the author canvasses for votes himself. [Send heart][Send heart]
No one reads it, forget it, the author canvasses for votes himself. [Send heart][Send heart]