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The song in the sanctuary, "Crown him with many crowns." They put a for-sale sign in the pastor's home.
One flying pan hot summer day in July, I find myself walking alone the shoreline of a very large lake in Wichita. Denial is not a river Egypt.
She was met with a body search, badges, stern but nice staff, really heavy doors, and yes, an odor. And they told her if she was taken captive; they could not promise if they could get her out.
I could not find my ripcord. Reaching reaching reaching, reaching. I have 8 seconds.
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The instruction, the jump, the free-fall, the ripcord pull, the floating, and the landing. We embody and re-tell these stories of our lives where we pull the ripcord. Join me on this journey as we…
Audio Production by Ryan Caldwell, Bird Garden Studio