The wee morning hours
A slow, quiet flipping of the pages of the Bible. A glorious humming of church hymns before the break of day. A satisfying, home-cooked breakfast I haven't tasted for the longest time.
My father's in town.
My father's in town.
Labels: daily
posted on September 03, 2010
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Like like :) now I suddenly missed home :)
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