Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, March 21, 2014
My Roman Catholic Upbringing
I look around and back at all the places that I have been and visited, and I ask myself, 'whatever happened to my good Catholic upbringing?' Was it always to be just a challenge? Just a place to progress from, and a place that in fact was never really there in the first place?
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