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Black Love Diary Part 3

​Sometimes, the rains do not fall several months into a new year. When they finally fall, they come with little mercy. As if they’d been unjustly denied of their right to whip into mother earth, they attack with great relish; flooding homes, wiping paved streets clean, filling up river banks. Continue reading

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Black Love Diary Part 2

Whenever the clouds gather, you know the rains are about to fall. You could tell when the thunder rumbles, – low and even in the distance. You become more certain when a cold whiff wheezes past the back of your neck, and lightning finally makes its debut. Continue reading

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Black Love Diary

Time itself is also a fluid concept. Each millisecond floating  seamlessly along the sea of eternal consciousness, down into the drains of oblivion and history. God has said He is the alpha and omega; the beginning and the end. Time was only His by-product. Last year the rains were here. This year they came again;  drawn together  by the marvelous design of nature. Continue reading

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