Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
As I look at my window and see the fresh fallen snow, I can't help but see the beauty in it. The ground is covered in at least 2 feet of snow and more is on it's way. I don't mind the snow,it gives me comfort. The fireplace roars to keep the house warm. This beauty is a gift.
Car goes by, white purity turns to filth.
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Added by Sloane on 2nd mo. 1, 2011 at 6:13pm — No Comments
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