Stopping the truck to watch a sheath of cottonmouths cross the road.
Seth thought, “I could just run over this mess, but
God probably didn’t go the trouble to make anything
he doesn’t love and it’s Christmas.”
new moon
drinks from lake
wisdom
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Jerry Reynolds (
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Odd isn't it that when man began to speak of god, he began to speak of evil at that time.
If not then it's just one hand clapping.
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