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Broken Tree
A man once called me broken tree. He could see that although I was deeply wounded from life experiences, I still was rooted in something worthy of restoration. Roots tended with water, and TRUTH will indeed produce again.
The place of whore's and prostitutes
I think I judged in my heart. I don’t know, but yes, I probably did.
Sigh….