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Time is the longest distance between two places.

After the fire and flood, the gardeners returned.

“Jack, I want you to draw me like your French tractors…”

This night!

I walked to talk, and talked to feel—God met me in both.

A field report from the frontlines of long-term love.

We must run with horses

For you need endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the fulfillment of the promise.

Do not be fooled by the lamp of the wicked.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?