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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, April 01, 2003
hey, just so you know, the point is not that we must be good in order to come to church, the point is that we are good only after we come to Christ.
2:46 PM
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