Our Father’s House is alive! Out side my house things are coming alive, spring has come again, rebirth; but my house is a dead thing in which I live. Mother Nature is very big and very strong. She does not realize when she steps on us, like perhaps now. Outside my house are dangers ofContinue reading ““Our Father’s House” #5″
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Sitting under the Willow Tree 