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Our first night together
you sang of rising suns to the tune of Amazing Grace — and my mind took a sabbatical, my lost wretched past setting in a heartbeat into

oceans of joy, walking on water to a beckoning savior, an anchor dropped from heaven I clove unto although the nuns and my friend named in honor of Palm…



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