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I pray everyday; I'm still not quite sure to whom. The Father and Son aren't really my type. It took eighteen years to see God as a woman; The most welcome sort of Holy Relief.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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I pray everyday; I'm still not quite sure to whom. The Father and Son aren't really my type. It took eighteen years to see God as a woman; The most welcome sort of Holy Relief.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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