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Although it doesn’t seem so at the time
a storm never lasts eventually the rain must stop, the lightning and thunder must cease and the clouds roll past. This is the way of storms and of difficulties; just when it seems the soul can take no more, when it appears the spirit will give in to the terror, curl up in the fetal possession and die, the sun comes shining through.
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