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| Lust has its way out into a man's loins. Without thought a man is helpless, and weak beyond respectability his name can become mud! - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories |
"Man in thought. Beloved, let me never imagine I am something. Let me never forget I am nothing. What grace you have showered upon my being, to have filled this space with You alone." - Mooji (1/20/14)
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