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And in one swift motion he lifted a duffel filled with ‘could be’s over his shoulder. Saying his goodbyes. Pretending genuine smi..

A savior of sorts.

Later to be blogged about...

Not knowing was always the lesser of two evils...

If only traded...

Not all will get this. This is for those that will.

That moment where you free fall into the familiar.A place where sin purses its lips tightly togetherbut yet makes you an "offer you couldn't refuse".

He didn't look like much of a man. He didn't really act like one either. Though I suppose the prodigal son shouldn't look heroic. Only more weat..

For a child we will welcome in the spring.

Capturing what couldn't escape from the chamber of his stomach.