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Apr 2017
I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve. Not saying a thing to anyone. When a man came up along side of me and sat down. We sat there for hours and said nothing. The moon went and the sun came up. The man stood and started to walk away. Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace. Then he left. I thought to myself that had to be Christ. For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.
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Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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