If only best friends didn't move away to New York. Erica, I miss you.
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Master of light, my God
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Dear Friends
A drop of golden sun
Be honest: is it me or the helado that you are really missing?
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