The Mountains Between Us
A Haiku
The Snow - Capped Mountains
Oh How The Rivers Do Flow
Air Crisp Mountain Dew
Copyright 2022, Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, BA, M.MSC, LMT, LMI
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Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi
Rev. Nnedi, is an ordained minister, licensed celebrity medical massage practitioner, instructor, dream interpreter, entrepreneur and is Roman Catholic. A PORTION OF THE TIPS AND SUBSCRIPTIONS RECEIVED, WILL BE DONATED TO VARIOUS CHARITES.
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