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Feb 2020
Come, faith
Steady my doing
And bless these thine crooked paths
That they may never lead to ruin
And if they do, that ruin be as breathtaking as the walls of Jericho before Joshua
Or Bathsheba’s smile

And if we be but mortals
Take my hand, anyway, dear one
And we will walk the path together.
Phoebe
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Phoebe
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