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June 14, 2020
Folder No 7 11.25.11 Plucked Out For Sacred Grounds and to 11.14.12
When your eyes are redThere's so little left to be said. So little for the heart to repeat Except "I feel weakI'm so very meekMy emotions are no longer secret."