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“A heart is like pristine glass that absorbs the many touches of its handlers. Some prints are smudged. Other pieces of the glass are cracked & broken. Often fragile childhoods are beyond repair & shattered into little pieces.
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The inner child sees the jagged edges in the eyes of others.
God specializes in broken lives. His touch - the ‘Prints’ of Peace.”
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