up here talking, I want you to read how the air is the enemy of the sharpest on the end face, and the wind is not a painting, which vibrates to create the universe record, how many words that float into the sky. convey how God is present before the inch step and breath, even before we had time to do good or sin.
season have divided us, the long drought and endless rain, while we recognize the goodness manifests itself in the lowest place and the most high. behold they prayed gazed into heaven after they bowed to their foreheads as low as the feet.
so recorded. there will never be afraid to do good, and should the truth is the fruit of all events, the root of all plans, and flowers of all the wisdom of life deserves to be up to the park to fill the continuation of the story later,