These are my people, I have built for thema castle in the cloister of my heart . . .
These are my people, I have built for thema castle in the cloister of my heart . . .
It seemed to me like trying to walk on the Atlantic Ocean to obtain recognition in the literary world.
I am tired of work I am tired of building up somebody else's civilization.
You can only die each morning, And live again in the dreams of night.
God is the Old Repair Man. When we are junk in Nature's storehouse he takes us apart. What is good he lays aside he might use it someday. What has decayed he buries in six feet of sod to nurture the weeds.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories