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Apr 2021
Somewhere in between the dying and the rising, there is rest
Somewhere in between Good Friday and that Sunday, there is silence
We sit and wait with bittersweet hope, shrouded in uncertainty
Will He really do what He said He would do? Time will have to tell.
Escapril - Day 2
Nyaituga
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Nyaituga  F/Australia
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