Adopted Daughter You’re the Fabric

Do more himself Christ in his Bodies

Simply know by The Whole in your Eye

A grace around the World, missing us

To open & close your own Cookies without labeling them

You can’t make it stop ∴∴∴∴∴∴∴∴∴ Cookie’s going ∴∴∴∴∴∴ to crumble ∴∴∴∴ ∴∴∴ ∴∴ ∴

Honestly, I could eat a Fortune Cookie around here –Dad

And I have a problem dusting Crackers on my Shelf

Mr. Seasonal does smell like a Cracker Box though I love the smell of Crackers

You wanna put that in little box -is that what you’re thinking…