The Hurt
It was a pivotal day. The earliest memory I have of seeing him was on my 8th birthday; my dad Walked through the doors into a house full of children playing I was in the middle of something which I don’t even remember because my eyes caught a hold of him.
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AboutI love to write. These writings come from my time in the Word of God, from observation, and trails in life. I pray that you will be blessed as you read them. Archives
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