I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.
Five Minute Friday- Hospitality
I stink at hospitality. I may be one of the worst. (Or, do I?)
I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.
I stink at hospitality. I may be one of the worst. (Or, do I?)
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