Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
I've decided I don't like time, the way it keeps going and going, dragging you along when you're mostly not ready and don't want to go anywhere or do anything or have anything happen.
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Better yet, I wish there were a way to turn back the clock, and not only to scare progressivists.
Yeah.
Me too.
To the hundred and twenty-fourth power.
Just make something beautiful that u love. I'm in a cabin in a field of grass with about60 cows
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