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115 a​Wreath​oF​time For Anne Bradstreet Bursting​with​fruit,​my​lips​have​opened​time to​duck​into​your​valley,​not​behind the​walls​of​silence.​I​am​not​the​line you​need​to​walk​on​or​you​need​to​see, and​I​am​in​your​heart.​Courage​for​me extends​out​to​your​hands.​Your​fingers​see. ...

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