Night falls like a heavy quilt made by loving hands in years gone by, the gift is comfort, the present is rest, and the fear comes and rips at the old stitches, tearing apart the seams of sleep, pulling your dreams away like a thief in the shadows.
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Random Musings from Facebook
My random status thoughts and love sent to me by others. Just a glimpse into the madness, sadness, and silliness of my mind. Archives
February 2014
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