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there are oceans of words aged in prayer,against geometric lines, and cloudbeaten skies;credulous allure—slowly captivated in hearts fair—trees and flowers bloomed in grace upon one's eyes.
Gynecologist & Mary Kay distributor?
Or it's the only way he could think of to get inside one? Ugh. Creepy in any case.