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Emma E. . . A song of joy. . . and Magic. . .
Song of Joy. . . My joy is great in presenting this heartfelt bundle in her run for the roses. She does nicely with wonderful parents and grandparents ready with arms open. And uncles and aunts by relation and a hundred cousins and others by adoption. She has reason to smile broadly and wink in…
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Dreamed Into Being. . .
Physical and mental boundaries are not finite. We often speak of primitive religions disparagingly. It does not take a genius mentality to see that in this tech world we have lost the spiritual connection to the cosmic populace. We speak of life everlasting yet are afraid to die. We speak of resurrection and buy…
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Prayer In Concert. . .
In Conference. . . I was a young girl when the priest came to our home and my mother saying. ‘I don’t know who teaches her because I don’t. I don’t know where she gets her ideas.’ Years of criticism for my different ideas but my work habits were praised. I was diligent, thorough and…
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Dear Emma E. . .
Dear Emma E.. . . We know each other although we haven’t put our arms around each other yet. But we know the shape of our hearts. And that is most important no matter what world we are in. I am a big person, but if I were little like you, I would want a…