(A young Maya Angelou)
If I ever get married, my wife's being itself will recite this poem...before she even opens her beautiful mouth to speak.
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- A priestly challenge and the capacity to love.
- Doppelganger week yields fun results.
- For God - via Rumi
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- The History of Love & Violence: A Training
- Nothing says cool and comfortable like pale pink.
- Somewhere inside us...there lives a sassy black wo...
- "Love is so short and oblivion so long" - Pablo Ne...
- Who's the Boss & The Freshwater
- What up Ya'll!
- St. John on the Cross
- The Melodrama, and Wonder, that is...Pablo Neruda!
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
- The Haunting of Sylvia Plath
- Dive in
- "Your Highness"
- And Because Love Battles
- Jodie Foster will make you laugh.
- For my Grandma with my Grandpa's face-
- Ah sweet sofia - Ha!
- My relationship with a snake.
- My nickname was Puke
- The Question
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- Matthew 18:1-3; and brief encounters with those wh...
- 1 John 4:11-13
- "See Hi-Lights by day...at night, a glow like burn...
- St. John's Bible - Illuminated
- Way out in the water - see it swimming? (Part Two)
- Way out in the water - see it swimming? (Part One)
- Mmm mm mm, Rumi.
- We're going streaking! You can bring your green hat.
- Nothing left to do but make funny faces
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