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Unscheduled Rendezvous

When I was a little girl, I frequently had bad dreams. I even had a recurring dream; thankfully, it's been so long since the last occurrence, I no longer remember that dream, but it's hard to forget the fright that usually woke me up. Sometime during those young years, I remember hearing a hymn in… Continue reading Unscheduled Rendezvous