When my soul aches, my spirit asks for inspiration. Something one-of-a-kind; something dynamic; something sublime. To take a present darkness and generate it into prisms of splendor. A gift, a sacrifice of self; to transfer from spiraling down to that hole in the ground where I hide, to soaring above the treelines and the clouds; pouring out like a drink offering to the crowds confronted with sackloth and ashes.
Did you know that the true origin of Valentine’s Day is actually about a heroic follower of Christ who made the ultimate sacrifice to lay...
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Thousands of years ago, the world was in need of a saviour. Today, the world still needs a Saviour. But there’s simply nobody who can...
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WELCOME TO QUIZ SHOW!! …and today’s question is: “Who do you think is happier and has more fun? – Bill Gate’s and his WHO, Jeff...
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When my soul aches, my spirit asks for inspiration. Something one-of-a-kind; something dynamic; something sublime. To take a present darkness and generate it into prisms...
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Hunter letting it soar…free…as a bird. 5’10” x 19 1/2” x 2 1/2” 29L #GreasedMonstasurfboard photo: Raymond Joyce Musings of a surfboard shaper: I had...
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