It is strange out walking and thinking some family and old friends may not last long after being poison poked, and here I am just enjoying the trees and detaching from their fate and misfortune.

Faith. Faith of a mustard seed. Is this not spiritual, growing, Jesus teaching the way, the truth, and the light.
This is not the end, it is the beginning!
By his stripes we are healed.
We are not to judge.
Visions of death, thats not our Creators plan.
Have Faith, with every breath.
so be it
LOVE

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