why is it that films let me know how beautiful I am? my life has become a fairy tale, my house is a palace, I am a princess. it's wonderful to know. oh, that I could keep hold of it better. films scratch away the surface, looking for the truth. I think they do a good job of finding them - whatever they may be. and I find the love of my ever-loving, all-loving god in films. I like it.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
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