Dear kindness, the sun went on shinning like it was supposed to. The winds blew softly. The trees may be bare but the grass is slowly, turning green.
I choose to believe my faith is made by my words,
My works are made in faith,
I believe with all of you
this is the “good fight of faith”
In the end, We Win!

kindness sister Krissy
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