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| A prayer of its own. |
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| Stirrings of hope. |
There are days that mere words seem superfluous. On this first day of February, we were greeted with 54 degree weather, rain and sun showers and the hint of something miraculous stirring in the soil below. A psalm, a prayer -- call it what you will, there is promise. I give thanks.
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