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I will think of that which I have thought of before.
Before the day which has now come to be a day of vision worship, I will do that which I wish I would not have done again. Before Sunday, I will live that which I could not have imagined ever breathing. Before Sunday, there is always something or someone that makes the Sabbath shorter than any previous day. Before Sunday, before yesterday and after today, and before him and before her, I will ponder that which I have thought about before.
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