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my mothers father the one who adopted all of his children perhaps too humbled by Him to have the audacity to create (although ive never really asked) eats fruit in his car alone by the sea and listens to christian radio for hours inspiration for his sermons and he tells me that love isnt love if it doesnt bring life because by its nature its bringing death (and ive never really been brave enough to ask what he thinks of seedless grapes)
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
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my mothers father the one who adopted all of his children perhaps too humbled by Him to have the audacity to create (although ive never really asked) eats fruit in his car alone by the sea and listens to christian radio for hours inspiration for his sermons and he tells me that love isnt love if it doesnt bring life because by its nature its bringing death (and ive never really been brave enough to ask what he thinks of seedless grapes)
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
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