I remember it like it was yesterday. I rode on the back of a bike driven by Sandy, my sister’s friend. My six-year-old legs dangled as we sped down the hill, my arms wrapped tightly
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Tag: Journey
His Plan, His Timing
It is entirely possible that I have just wasted an entire year of my life. My intentions were good. I was on the right course. Taking chances. Exploring new territory. Knocking on doors. I was
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