Monday, September 21, 2009

The Icebound Hothhouse

This story kind of reminded me of a friend of mine. I say this because at the beginning the man was becoming mad and crazy and he was losing his intrest in poetry, but once he was introduced to the hothhouse he came back to his poetic side. my friend experienced this when her mother had passed away! Before her mother died she always use to write songs and make the instrumentals to go with it so that she would be able to one day put it on a cd. Once her mother died her passion for writting and singing ceased. She then got involved with my church and the members of my church and they inspired her to continue to write her music.

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