It is a question we ask from childhood until our last days on Earth. To me, the answer is always changing depending on where my life is at the time. Little Madison, beginning her journey as mine is entering its Indian Summer. Time passes by so fast it is hard to see things evolve at times. Who am I? Was it Popeye, or was it Jesus, who said, I am.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Who am I?
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