Chapter 4 Tragedy
When the sun rises slowly in the morning and when I wake from my long and lonely sleep,
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The confines of my paralyzed condition hinder not my senses or imagination Delightfully unfettered A chariot of feathery clouds escorts me to ethereal wildflower fields Overflowing with dancers just like me running free Whilst on earth a leafy ballet romances my eyes as a balmy breeze caresses The graceful branches […]
Truth. I self-corrected my grammar while I was praying last night. I said “this is” rather than what “this is” referred too. I corrected it, then repeated my prayer; as if He didn’t already know what I meant. Duh. 😎