MiracleA Poem by L. C. RhodesFollow. A word felt rather than heard, No heavenly light, Nor shaking of the earth to mark it, And yet I took up my bed and walked.
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L. C. RhodesAboutThere comes a time of self-reflection. Where you look at the words of the past and determine their worth. I do, and have always, found mine valuable. And now I open my notebook to you, dear readers. M.. more..Writing
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