S, I will call you Sparrow, you are a sparrow with a wounded wing. For a while, you shared your life with us, and we (your friends) learned that you had more than a finite mind. You were graceful, and God had blessed you with soft beauty, and we came to understand there was a relentless need buried deep within you. Sparrow, your intellect was superior, though your spirit was fragile like tissue paper, so prone to tear, but God ...
Updated 03-10-2011 at 03:58 AM by RheaB
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