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User Image kyroandstyle Posted: Nov 22, 2017 6:11 AM (UTC)
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User Image Posted: Nov 22, 2017 6:02 AM (UTC)
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He certainly knew what he was talking about.
User Image brianwho__ Posted: Nov 22, 2017 6:04 AM (UTC)
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On the bucket list! @hanginggardensofbali 💙.
Love this video showcasing the gorgeous hotel but also the jungle in Ubud and of course it wouldn’t be Bali without a bikini babe featuring!😀
Captured by:@manduhh_m
Written by:@manduhh_m

Our lives are laced with stories that portray heartache and love. We look into eyes and see hurt or joy. Out of our lips come kind or hateful words. We listen to screams or whispers. We see, we listen, we talk. Yet the very part of the human body that allows us to carry out our passions or hold onto our dreams seem to be neglected. Hands. Our hands carry tales of struggles and of aspirations. But these hands? Her hands? They hold onto people who are alone. They bring joy to the most mundane circumstances. Her hands have comforted weeping friends. They have brought ease and life to timid people. Her hands have held the hands of her dying mother. Her hands have held in their palms the heart-wrenching evidence of her unborn baby. Clasped in prayer, these hands have grieved with faith the size of a mustard seed. These hands embody tenacity and creative passions. How do I neglect these hands? I cannot. I cannot forget these hands. I cannot overlook the hands that have brought peace and tranquility to my heart. These hands... Her hands tell stories of hope, of anguish, of gentleness and love, of soul-searching, and of the grace of Jesus.

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