strolling down the beach during short sieta time, running on the soft sands and talking to friends along the way.
thank God for the camp. and i pray that all of us will remain and friends, with memories sweet... recounting in when the saints gather home. or if, the Lord tarries, years down the road, recounting the bonds we have.
o, how i realli covet for that...
1 comment:
Thx for the pic
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