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Within each of our souls, lies an inner court. And as the seasons of our lives change, so also does the scenery found therein. Like a kaleidoscope working with the small pieces of our broken lives, our inner courts contain intricate mosaic brilliancies. Consisting of an everchanging core whose depth of splendour remains fathomless, its essence flows eternally. So judge not hastily the streams from my inner court of which you imbibe, for when one dips to drink, one may behold his own reflection. --- Joyce Maust Enzor |
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