Good Friday whispers that even in the darkness of unspeakable heartache, there is life.
And this is the greatest gift of the cross.
His life traded for ours, that we may have life.
liezel graham
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I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
liezel graham 
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