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Jan 2016
The devil does not have his own clay.
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. - Isaiah 64:8
Sophie Monigatti Lake
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Sophie Monigatti Lake  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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