Liberation
The self-made prison has been broken.
I never knew my grandma was such a funky lady... =) she gave me some good advice regarding relationships this afternoon over lunch.
Agape.
Silence is his canvas,
the voices his paint,
and the baton his brush.
One gesture sends it spinning.
Awe inspiring color and sound.
An ever-changing masterpiece
in the throat of God.
(written by CyndiLovesPiccolo)
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