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Always being fragmented;
never knowing where I left the pieces, Or with whom. Life offers clear mandates, what we need where, when we need what, but no one ever wants the whole parcel... What do we do with the unwanted pieces? If in fact, God's strength is made perfect in our weakness; he has ample opportunity to display his works in me. 12/17/86 charm1
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