elizabeth
Registered: December 2007
Posts: 13
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Me. The beach and God. I only sat in that chair long enough to soak in a few minutes of the sunshine. The water? Beautiful. I only put one tiny toe in at first, but then I realized picking up my cross daily meant that I had to emerge my entire body. I cannot afford to just put my toes in and pull them out because I am afraid. I must jump in. I must get myself wet. I must follow him no matter where.
Ah..
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