Saturday, February 18, 2006

My house is not quiet, I am not loud. But for us god fashioned our fate together. I am the swifter, at times the stronger. My house more enduring, longer to last. At times I rest; my dwelling still runs; within I lodge as long as I live, should we be severed,my death is sure.  Posted by Picasa

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