I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.
Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.
I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.
What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.
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