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Predator's Salvation: Sisters of Emsharra 2 by Gracie McKeever

An intern architect at Ryan and Associates, Mateo Diaz has spent the last year learning his craft under the tutelage of partner Alex Ryan. Alex is the closest thing to family that Mateo has known since losing his own family years ago. But not even Al  
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Short Stories: The Story of a Refugee by Rea-Silvia Costin

This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.  
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(Beware of Dog)is in my yard. (Be aware of God)is my soul. My friends know me as-Bigdog-big john-lil john-Preacher-My daughter calls me (Poopy Pants)dont ask All the Art work is mine ENjoy-- :O)


Background Information

Mom was an Artist and Dad was a FireFighter both died very young,but the influences are stamped in my heart. When i found God,not to say He was missing,he changed my life.  

Birth Place
Boston, MA 
Accomplishments

ya,some with nice ribbons.

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A spark of light holds together what time will take as dust in the wind. It enters and leaves as the caterpillar does not know what will come.We see but dont hear,we look but do not touch,when will we understand there is more then I among me seeing self as really we.