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IN A DARK PLACE She stood there by the river, defiant in her stance, watching the water swirling; giving her one last chance. Uncertain of her destiny and not knowing which way to turn, she could not defuse the anger but, oh, the gates of Hell can burn! As if drowning in her sorrow the anger disappeared and then, she turned and walked back home to make things right again. In a dark place, things look bad, and we don't ever see the light. The answer is we must go on, and not give up the fight! Countrymom ** #630580 Not An Image **
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