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Oh Boy, these are going to take me a while to read, I'm mean re-read.
Helen, don't you remember? We busted up your rocker and made walking sticks for our hike last summer and mine we made into a fire and roasted marshmallows over it. Well, OK, we tried, it was raining and we huddled in the Park Ranger's tent and ate our meager lunches.
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Blessed be the Lord my Strength, Who trained my hands for war and my fingers to fight. Psallm 144:1
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