By Anne Marie Schlueter
There’s a picture of me in my grandparents’ house: my white-blonde baby hairs looking kind of like a mullet, and my face in a concentrated stance, my eyes closed, my hands open–
Praising Jesus.
Read moreThere’s a picture of me in my grandparents’ house: my white-blonde baby hairs looking kind of like a mullet, and my face in a concentrated stance, my eyes closed, my hands open–
Praising Jesus.
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