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149 Audacious How dare I speak for Sappho? How dare I say I know the intention in her line? I say I know a door when I see one. I know cattle on a hill and a cup of wine. I know how an afternoon is made and then tips into evening. I know a gesture carries fire across time and I know she meant to speak to me. How do you know what Jesus meant except feeling the words pierce your heart, align with your breath? ...

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