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Psalm 40.5 The sun feels warm upon my face – I mean,upon my eyelids, from behind which Iam looking through a wintry, cloudless sky,expecting not
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Psalm 40.5 The sun feels warm upon my face – I mean,upon my eyelids, from behind which Iam looking through a wintry, cloudless sky,expecting not
I am remembering the day my olderbrother became a force to reckon with. Tall, clumsy, goofy, and a little slowin more than just one way,
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