Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Tv room :)
Its 2.30am in the morning but im still hanging out with my friends in the TV room. Niceeeeeee.. :)))))))
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