Number Eighteen
July 3, 2006
It’s a great day and I’m filled with the Holy Ghost and the Spirit of God surrounds
me.
Trickles of pain shoot through my parts signaling another moment given over to
the NEGATIVE.
There are solutions that loom large and require thought and conscious study
and I have so much work to do to be a craftswoman.
Even of life.
What about focus? What about children’s writing? What about? Pick and
choose and do, this is my message to you.
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