How simple. How very

How simple. How very beautiful. How.....

I do understand, Gloria, why you always insist that these are not your words. I would be as adamant about this as you are. Only..... well, while I read, what is this almost unbearable sweetness as if God's words were softly sprouting out of my own heart? If we can call it a recognition, are they not my words after all?

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