true friend

I named this photo the true friend. Thus the ground underfoot  was honored and rewarded me with  silent yet omnipotent support:  each time my eyes fall down now, the wonderful visions awake since then and dry up my tears.
I am glad to confess the above truth, yet have I the right to name her the artwork? Though this pick is my indeed, but I myself am picked up. When we talk about our handicrafts, we can either rejoice over human creativity, or try to edit what was done already. My true friend is free from the above ambiguity, his eyes are always lifted up.
So to speak, the photo gifted a key to life to me, and I am proud of sharing that precious keyword with you now: Do you know God's name?
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