I love my life. I'm contented enough to be relaxed and discontented enough to quest.
I want to see it all, smell it all and touch it all and through writing I can.
I'm especially grateful for the gospel in my life. I don't need to search anymore. I can get on with perfecting talents and abilities.
I get it. Makes perfect sense to me. For instance...let's say someone thinks that the moon is made of cheese. He is wrong. If I were to agree with him that the moon were made of cheese then we would both be wrong.
I get it. Makes perfect sense to me. For instance...let's say someone thinks that the moon is made of cheese. He is wrong. If I were to agree with him that the moon were made of cheese then we would both be wrong.
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