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Symbolizing Faith
Where you hung alone with god
Ignoring man's hate
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Small thoughts that say so much.
Very nicely done.
A powerful image. Your words paired perfectly, great work :)
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