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can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring  and watch them grow and hear the birds singing  and as the passer-by smells  newborn fruit  it will give them a reason to follow suit.   can't the love we accept be the love we give?  the hungry
In the year of still not our lord but better known as 2016 I celebrated I grieved and was introduced to a newer
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