“Forgiven is not forgotten,” I said
. He studied it for but a brief moment and then said with confidence, ‘None of my scribes wrote this.
. I honestly don't know. Beneath the thin silk I can only imagine the beauty that lays there, untouched and calling for my touch
“Forgiven is not forgotten,” I said
. He studied it for but a brief moment and then said with confidence, ‘None of my scribes wrote this.
. I honestly don't know. Beneath the thin silk I can only imagine the beauty that lays there, untouched and calling for my touch
“Forgiven is not forgotten,” I said
. He studied it for but a brief moment and then said with confidence, ‘None of my scribes wrote this.
. I honestly don't know. Beneath the thin silk I can only imagine the beauty that lays there, untouched and calling for my touch
