Her love is the root. That blossoms in my beating heart. When its withered and gone. It soars far beyond the minds of most. And on its birth our love would start. One magical teardrop flowed from the eagles brown eyes, and hit hard on a lonely patch of rocks. From its landing a small river began to flow. Eels and piranhas lived as one, swimming the river to its end. Weasels and turtles brought in the river plants a.

I recently caught up with Rayvon and asked her to tell me her view on three words, she answered right away. I told her to write it down and e-mail it to me; she did this without any hassle. Here is what she chose and wrote;. So if you master patience, you can do just about anything you want to do. Rayvon did choose higher education, and remained at NRC for 5 years before dropping out.

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