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Hate seems a searing, smoldering thing – an undying death of bearing and shouldering up. It’s a puff of powder, a strobe of night, when snuffed by eternal delight in Almighty Love. If we only didn’t have to travel through […]

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What would I pack,       if I only had moments? Each       instant a panoply of choices, laboring through nightmarish voices and priority schemes, could I arrive at what I need? Yes.      Them. But, […]