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Blackened lungs, warm hearts

  Blackened lungs, warm heart. Mercy comes from unexpected places. Friendship is a kind of mercy.   Full belly, warm bed, No bugs bite me at night. Therefore I am blessed. Blessed by who? Fate? Luck? Or the least likely, … Continue reading

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