The Eagle by Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lovely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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Honesty | Bravery | Love
she flies with her own wings
a blog by the writer, Indy Ink
Choosing Joy in the Midst of Tragedy
Inspiring intentionality for the life we leave behind. | Acts 1:8
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The Lord has given you a voice. What are you doing with it?
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This Camera Life
...finding the happiness in pursuit
Journey of a body on this earth
----Prov. 25:4----"Take away the dross from the silver, and there shall come forth a vessel for the finer (refiner)."