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November 28-30, 2018
you say you don’t know if faith could be found to be any more than wishful thought but search not quite hoping (apparently) to find a place where your gratitude (enjoying your gift of life yet unknowing its source) might land yet stop, embarrassed, ere your joy bear its seed and stoop, condescending, to proclaim faith as futile (if honest) for being built on myth (that most might be does not prove all are)
but what is life if not myth (of sorts to another eye) it has no fact but our thought our every recollection no more than hearsay to an ungentle soul
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