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I hold to Blue Heaven’s dream,
God, I am father.
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The Likeness
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I was a little chilly and wishing the fireplace would already be ablaze with a welcoming fire and maybe some of my favorite cookies and hot chocolate on the table as if someone besides the Airbnb host knew when I was coming and had this special moment planned.
By Carol Bridges3 years ago in Psyche
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