A change of year but no change of heart. What is important and why? What do friends represent and why are they so special? We walk roads of memory with them and we trust in their support in our future travels. They can be here to hug under our hot christmas sun, they can be cherished in the cooler hours of darkness, and they can be found scattered around the earth. We have connected and silver threads of sharing spin across the room, the trees, the hills and the oceans. I have discovered again this summer the value of holding tight to those thread ends given to me by God. Will I remember this all year?
You can sail in the desert
With a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Moses
And his book of rules
But you can't take mother
And give her back her son
Hey what kind of freedom
Is bought with a gun...
Mr Dickinson
You can sail in the desert
With a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Moses
And his book of rules
But you can't take mother
And give her back her son
Hey what kind of freedom
Is bought with a gun...
Mr Dickinson
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