these are my favorite days...
riding our bikes on back roads in the middle of no where.
wishing we had a bike pump, carving our names into tree trunks, throwing corn, and collecting leaves.
and new friends.
that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead.
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don't think i'm lame. but i'm crying.
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