On the San Saba
Old timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…
Read MoreOld timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…
Read MoreOur budget has now accounted for your replacement for one full year. In which I have neglected, in flat out utterness, to call a…
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