all my friends and my people, visit here for spiritual uprising.the birds sing here, and angels cover your sorrow with their white feather.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
a brilliant sunny morning.
last night in fact snowing, but it turns a zillion sunny morning. late sleep&dreamed of blood bond&betray&killing. baby played alone with his toy gun when i got up. hopeful today blessed.
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