an arc of goodness.
i plead to the rays, transmit
rejuvenation.
How does it work?
I'm pleading too! We need a new world now. Thanks for writing and sharing!
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Amen and amen.
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I'm pleading too! We need a new world now. Thanks for writing and sharing!
I read your articles daily I have subscribed you please do me
Amen and amen.