Jeans are high, the T shirt, she glimpses in the mirror, okay, need to do the
high lights again, she in on her way to meet her friends, they are always comparing, then again, when were we any different. Solomon sighed, the three flowers walked ahead of him, three flowers form the garden, a tulip a rose and and a daffodil, each different from the other. What was wrong with being different; If the Garden needed an awareness of color, there was no way they could all look the same.
The day reminded him, Jesus and the old controllers, the rules they passed on, the rituals they encouraged and spread, habits of the religion, not the habits of God. he wasn’t complaining, just reminding himself, what was inside you was what counted in the end. So if unsure of yourself, just ask youself this, What would Jesus say; Solomon smiled, it is going to be okay.
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