I craved for a firm foundation Where to stand and not be shaken A place for roots to go down deep For treasure that would always keep Which neither time nor fault could stain- A hope unfading to remain.
He cradled the back of his head in his hands, propped up his feet and said “I am…
She wakes up, already in a hurried pace. “Did my heart rate slow at all last…
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