T·Ruth

In all my ways acknowledge him, and he will make my paths straight.

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脸,贴着冰冷的水泥地,奄奄一息,但心,却着了地,最接近造我的父亲;肢体,土地,硬碰硬,好让血脉中的骚动,静息。想回归,有种阻力,成为推力,来自天父的声音,呼唤我,快快回去。

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