Talk as You would to a Child
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Last published Sat, Aug 9, 2025
Whilst holding them in the cradle of her embrace, she talked lores and epics to the child of adam and eve. For this is her purpose-to preach, to tell, and to live-so that all flesh might know an open heaven to accept like receiving gifts as a child.
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