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It still hurts so much Momma... 

Take it all, Lord....cleanse & restore ONLY what is YOUR perfect will...
...mine is blind to how You see things tonight, so I let the rest fall into the ground & die like a grain of wheat,
fruitless 'til death comes & heals & transforms me ~

{G'nite, hopfully, at 4:30 am, almost...}

Written 10/8/16

The unsent letter

Written 9/29/16

Darkness is a shadow