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dreamt of linen-white easter lilies....bright and dewy that sunday dawn the symbol of his sacrifice in death....wretched me still given life holy sufferer unsullied lamb....so selfless i can't repay it he bled thirsted in dry dust and heat....rose higher than all the cosmos it's too immeasurable....beyond my simpleness of existing
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Fri, 2023-02-24 19:11
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Regina,
I'm really  touched by your reflections on Quite The Cocoon.
It's my turn to be overwhelmed by a deeply intelligent and intuitive craft.
Enjoy your weekend 
M