To bask in the light of many moons to share in the warmth of many summers to live and be found alive again glistening somewhere over on Broadway, flip flops, and jazz, raspberry gelato, these are freshwater beaches, filled to the brim like zippers of sun-bursting, finding ourselves the total sum in sync in the belly of sunshine, free in the flow of Mother Nature, Falling in the getty- pradade of sweaty perfume, clean vanilla, and bergamot, a splash of black pepper, For what is joy if it’s not Christmas in July? For what is joy without her upside-down, back-breaking, side-aching laughter, blissful moments, pure and only pure~poet (Krissy)
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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