The light I was waiting for flashed green, and I took an early lead
. It's trangular, and reaches to the middle part of my chin.
. Amber was a student at the local Catholic school and as part of a project to understand other faiths, she had timidly come to the Mosque a few weeks ago and had met the Holy Imam, a tall imposing figure of a man who was surprisingly patient and wise, answering Amber's questions. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Amber pressed her cheek into his thin but muscular chest and squeezed herself to him in appreciation and love
The light I was waiting for flashed green, and I took an early lead
. It's trangular, and reaches to the middle part of my chin.
. Amber was a student at the local Catholic school and as part of a project to understand other faiths, she had timidly come to the Mosque a few weeks ago and had met the Holy Imam, a tall imposing figure of a man who was surprisingly patient and wise, answering Amber's questions. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Amber pressed her cheek into his thin but muscular chest and squeezed herself to him in appreciation and love
The light I was waiting for flashed green, and I took an early lead
. It's trangular, and reaches to the middle part of my chin.
. Amber was a student at the local Catholic school and as part of a project to understand other faiths, she had timidly come to the Mosque a few weeks ago and had met the Holy Imam, a tall imposing figure of a man who was surprisingly patient and wise, answering Amber's questions. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Amber pressed her cheek into his thin but muscular chest and squeezed herself to him in appreciation and love
