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The Spider Web

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Working diligently and tirelessly, the spider wove an intricate web. Back and forth with careful precision, each strand crossed or bridged another. The beauty of the web would not be totally visible to humans as they passed, but then it snowed. Magically, as each tiny strand of the web became covered with snow details of the the intricate pattern was revealed. Between two strands of barbed wire, the snow covered web looked to be crocheted by the spider. Views: 47

Yak-King Interview

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Diann

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Diann Her ponytail swings, as she quickly walks down the hall. She is bigger than life, but not very tall. There is always a smile on her beautiful face, and she treats all with sweet grace God’s purpose for her was to be a nurse to all. So she gives her best without one stall. Once she dressed all in white from her head to her feet, but now she wears scrubs giving all a colorful treat. Views: 93

The Ballerina

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With delicate movements, she waltzes across the floor, lost in another new world with a closed door. Once upon a time, she knew many, many other things, But now she slowly dances as her arms gracefully swing. When you say hello, her smile touches your heart, Then a peacefulness surrounds you and you wish her never to part. I’ve been told that at one time she was brilliant with numbers, but now those digits are forgotten by her and put into slumbers. She is a ballerina lost in a world of her own, where she will remain until reaching God’s home. ...

Jill & The Mountain

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Jill turned onto the dirt road that led to the house. Looking out of the car’s windshield, she could see the house up ahead and the towering Mountain that stood behind it. Stopping the vehicle for a moment, Jill slowly inhaled as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her. Jill was home and would soon climb her Mountain. Continuing to drive the car down the road, once Jill reached the house, she parked the car, unloaded her things, then entered the home. Nothing had changed, and the place looked the same as the last time she had been there. It was as if time seemed to have stood...