"It's my very own tree!" I declared. Often as I lay beneath its branches, I fancied it was whispering to me in a rasping tone; as it dropped leaves in my face, I imagined them to be caresses. Helene Glidden
She lay in the deep, sweetsmelling grass, fiddling absently with a stem of it. Gingerly, he ventured a "Hey" He paused. No response. Well, other than that she very deliberately broke the stalk in half. He wisely decided to follow suit with conversation.
Kelli Ann. I love a good cup of coffee, the South and being barefoot. Smitten with a bearded guy that loves the Lord and has pretty blue eyes. Jesus had to roll His sleeves up when I asked Him to work on me and I'd love to tell you all about it. Isaiah