Monday, May 1, 2006
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Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
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I've seen worse.
Saw that movie on a plane coming home from London (or maybe it was Cape Town) a couple years ago. For some odd reason, it made me crave salsa.
BTW, like your new picture Angie!
Oh, I am sure there is worse! What goes on at nightclubs between strangers is certainly no better.
Yes, I think most recreational dancing is unhelpful, but I am not dogmatic about that.
God Bless
Matthew
I like the new picture too. I wonder if Matthew does?
;-)
Angie's new picture is lovely, Jonathan.
Matthew, you are very sweet.
"Yes, I think most recreational dancing is unhelpful, but I am not dogmatic about that."
Did you change your mind, Matt?
No. But if I come to your dance event, I will keep my promise, Carey.
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