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Thoughts... just... come... some days. Sad ones, to... some of us.
She is NOT my mother. Our mother... But she was all we knew, for so very long.
A childish attempt to... just get through, without having to choose, know.
Finally, though, a gift. A truth of weakness. It hurts, but... beautifully. We will miss her.
Holy, holy, holy,
Lord, GOD of power and might.
Heaven and earth are filled with Your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna to GOD in the highest.
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