Mate, sorry, only got to read your txt now. Hoping to get a lift into Woodend somehow in the morning. If i can pop in to see you beforehand, I'll text first to see if you are up...
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Oh God, please heal your son from what is up,
and give your calm assurance from the fact
that you are there with him. You are enough.
You give us what is needed. That's your pact.
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