Logan's service dog Butch

For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind あなた how beautifully and wonderfully made あなた are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long 前 and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the 画像 he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling Colors（色） and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can あなた not read my body language? When あなた present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my フレンズ present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think あなた touched my hair!!!!


I know あなた were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! あなた hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected あなた to. At least あなた didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. または when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in 愛 is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in 愛 is when あなた feel something for one person もっと見る strongly than あなた feel for another. but 愛 is something elsa all together. 愛 is when あなた cant convience yourselve あなた 愛 someone, but when あなた try to leave something tells あなた no, stop and think. and when あなた do think the reason is blantint. 愛 is when あなた think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits あなた that without all of that あなた wouldnt be the person あなた are, and they wouldnt be the one あなた love....

Some ランダム little piece of prose 書く I did last 年 on a teens 書く website, hope あなた like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...

"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded によって what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my お気に入り purple dress and my バタフライ, 蝶 sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat 次 to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...