She's not just a photo to me. Her image is real and right here in the room with me. It is morning for
us now but she faces the night. Will she be warm as the cooler weather moves in? The fabrics in the
window are the same as my own Flag of Freedom in America. Just a window pane between us, not
the miles of land and water. My prayers go out to her, carried by the wind of the Holy Spirit.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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