Visitor
A memory from those windy mountain roads. I grew up in those mountains. I am as much a part of them as the trees, and I carry their peace and […]
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This is Me
Not who you want. Nor who they wanted. But yes me, really me. Before, I was too this and should be that. Now I’m actually this, but too this (most […]
Shall Speak To Nations 