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Apr 2019
Dear Lord,

I know their earthly bodies find comfort in its smog,
in the brine, and in the actions that keep them sane

and I ask you, Lord, who is the pinnacle of comfort
to ease their minds and souls and lift them out of pain

in Your mercy, by Your light, by Your loving holy light
so they may never need to smoke or drink again

Amen
...Should your friend or loved one be ensnared in the trap of vice
Hugo de Santa Catarina
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Hugo de Santa Catarina  122/M/the Vatican
(122/M/the Vatican)   
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