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“Daddy, I’m afraid. It’s dark outside. The jackal is wailing.” “Do not worry, son. It’s a light. For my fear the jackal is wailing. Since the night further we’ll be all the time outside. Go out of the pavilion like of the past. And firmly to stay in a sound. Chest to chest and flesh to flesh. In front of the stone. And with the knife. God tries Himself out. Before to send you as Life to Life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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