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For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind 당신 how beautifully and wonderfully made 당신 are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long 이전 and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the 이미지 he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling 색깔 and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can 당신 not read my body language? When 당신 present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my 프렌즈 present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think 당신 touched my hair!!!!


I know 당신 were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! 당신 hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected 당신 to. At least 당신 didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. 또는 when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in 사랑 is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in 사랑 is when 당신 feel something for one person 더 많이 strongly than 당신 feel for another. but 사랑 is something elsa all together. 사랑 is when 당신 cant convience yourselve 당신 사랑 someone, but when 당신 try to leave something tells 당신 no, stop and think. and when 당신 do think the reason is blantint. 사랑 is when 당신 think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits 당신 that without all of that 당신 wouldnt be the person 당신 are, and they wouldnt be the one 당신 love....

Some 랜덤 little piece of prose 글쓰기 I did last 년 on a teens 글쓰기 website, hope 당신 like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...