There is something wonderful about this place. It seems that when we go, all the cares of the world are lost and all the stresses disappear.
It’s a place where we all get to be kids again.
At the Sea-Side
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
Life, Family, Faith and Travel...the life of a Jones
Dominican Republic Missions trip
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