Hope is immortal. We are all traveling through the dark storms in a small boat. Yet we are floating in the vast ocean with something no one can visibly see. It’s called the life vest of eternal life. To you and me, it’s known as hope. For remember even though you and I are all
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The autumn wind blowing the loose leaves off of the trees reminds me of myself and the loose leaves of my traveler’s journal. The traveler I am, writing my journal to guide all whom need my guidance. I always compare each day of my life to a page of a diary, or a loose leaf
