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Apr 2016
Cry my child, for one does not bury a child without burying a part of one's soul with it.
Cry, for one cannot comprehend the ways of God.
It is for us to wash away our painful confusionΒ Β with tears and then to carry on.
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For yesterday is not today and today is not tomorrow
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