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April 2018

Red-Letter Diaries

The Word that moved and shaped all of history That Word that hovered over the deep filling the earth’s void and mystery The heel that bruises the serpent’s head The cry that calls the prostitute out of her worn-out bed Touched the blind to see the path that freedom led Demanded that we would see with our hearts and not with our heads

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