Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I press my hand on the sand. And then I stand. There are so alike but so fare away from eachother. When I look at the floor I see a whole new thing. But when I touch the ground I feel a who'll new thing. When I smell. My food I smell it. But when I lick it I taste it. When I. Hear God it is beyond me. When I. Feel him its beyond all things. And when I love him it makes it all that much more.

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