These land may be dry, but the steps of the righteous are ordered by God!
My eardrums were adequately covered with headphones, but the sound was alarming enough to pierce my reverie. It was an annoying falsetto like the cry of a strangled cat."What is it again báyìí for God's sake?"I tried to return...
Since I was little, I would always write stuff here and there. A moody jotter hoard is what I was. Still am. Point is, I write thoughtful insights my close friends have been encouraging me to share, so, here...
