Gathered for usall the months of the yearthis mid-May:You like Snow White,I like the prince.That is how we see ourselves.
Mid-May




Gathered for usall the months of the yearthis mid-May:You like Snow White,I like the prince.That is how we see ourselves.
Lean upon my heart! Do not be afraid if you step on my shadow! Fill my soul with singing, Graceful little bird, bud that blooms…!
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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