I stand corrected, because I'm not perfected. We all have flaws, not the same size jaws. One side of the brain, is a little less sane.
The imperfection goes on, it started when we were born. This world isn't perfect either, at times we all need a breather. Life isn't exactly a well oiled machine, at times it can be terribley mean.
Basically the system is sound, after the millions of years, of spinning around. It's not one-hundred percent, never really was meant. Neither were we, made perfect to key.
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Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2003
I will try this out tonight. Will let know know whether I found this inner freedom
Nico
Grady... we have placed our bed by the window, and every night we (finally) close our eyes after looking up at the night sky. However, you are talking about More... the inner universe... and yes! it is free. All we must do is go there to See.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Nico
Leland