God said, “Blessed are the poor.” Why do we want to be rich?
I know you’re there. So, let’s be real.
I was four. I remember the snow.
About to explode!
A devastating thought clogged my head…
I didn’t know.
A beautiful inheritance.
Is the world made of matter or of what matters?
Happy Trails ‘ole Buddy
Like walking through a desert, it was tiring!
