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Monthly Archives: April 2023
Sprung
Just when the flesh is willing, then the spirit becomes weak: our words bubble up easier, but they’re harder to speak.So often, much less useful when determining one’s fate,and many times, just wasted, once the hour becomes late. Then when … Continue reading
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