"the way lies through gethsemane, through the city gate, outside the camp;
the way lies alone, and the way lies until there is no trace of a footstep left,
only the voice, 'follow me'."
my utmost for his highest
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the african daesy in america
- MeginAfrica
- Mesa, Arizona, United States
- She doesn't own a dress Her hair is always a mess ... She only drinks coffee at midnight When the moment is not right Her timing is quite, unusual You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuitions magic, and the shape of her body Unusual
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