Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 10 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 8 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 9 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 10 months ago

My stories

A Lost

where are you? wandering the streets, looking for a home looking for someone who understands, looking for someone who loves. so many days have you spent in the streets, living under bridges,

The Waiting Room

"What is your name?" "Henry Lee." She took out an Ipad and punched in his name. "I'm afraid your name is not in the Book of Life." "What do you mean? I accepted Jesus Christ when I was 13."

Christ's blood

flows through time and space to redeem us, long-flowing his love which extends our lives into immortality. our nature is rooted in deep sin, one after the other sin throws us into death,

Spring

the decapitated heads of flowers fall, slanted, down the airs over and over and over to create a whiteness that shines. Spring breaks through as sunlight breaks through clouds

It's so hard to let go of you

i cant say why but it's so hard. i'm trying and trying and trying and its still hard hard as nails stuck in time unwilling to let go of the wood. you come inside of me like a spirit

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