April 3, 2009North Carolina, six more hours to go Death is inevitable. I repeat this in my head whenever I’m travelling. My weight is being moved at seventy a mile. I’m not home; I’m not on my land. Yet, what is staying on my land uncomfortable comfort zone compared to the pride of experience and theContinue reading “I can pinpoint the date I lost my Christian faith”
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