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Rev. 19:1-21
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Rev. 19:1-21
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Sunday, August 10, 2014
The reception
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Inside the wine flows the food is served dancing and singing speeches toasts and stories punctuating the air we do not hear...
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Monday, August 4, 2014
I am too old for war
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I am too old for war but I go, anyway, or in spite of; the war demands all. I see a sea of white linen extending up hillsides...
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