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 I find writing as a form of self expression. We see too much of what we want to change in today's world but sometimes , once in a while it's good to look around and see those things that are just perfect.


The wind on your skin after exercise. Drinking a cool glass of water after a hot day. Listening to that song that you like.

Live in the present, in the moment, and don't worry, God is faithful even if we're not. He'll make a way, he always has. God bless.

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