Saturday, November 26, 2016. Last night I died, my soul cried. Can I be Jesus and reincarnate? My men need me, the young and the old. Many have tried to kill me,. They impaired my brain,. My rugged soul stayed intact. Last night, my soul quivered,. The threat of my one man being no man. Blemish my skin, soul and gray matter. My love, Just look around me,. My hands are free, but no anchor can save me. I see you, bright and vivid.

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Why keep it in when you can scream it out? Faith and Who is Calling Who Black. Inspired by John Green, I want this post to look at an alternative perspective to a controversial topic. A Tribute to Those Who Exist.

In January, there were some big new beginnings to attend to. Murali and Hema moved to Zurich to a wonderful flat overlooking the lake of Zurich. Once all that was done, Dad was off to India for a break. It was great fun and of course we also managed to find so.