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Nov 6
Even as an orange fog ascends across the land
The blossom of a precious rose continues to bloom
A bright spot growing, its scent is prophetic

"But as these things start to occur, stand up straight and
lift up your heads, because your deliverance is getting near.”
Luke 21:28
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Traveler
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