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For thirteen years, I had prayed for the kind of life that was rooted and grounded in love, where I meant something to someone, and yes, for a brief season, I had sampled the essence of such a life, but circumstances had, like a drought dried up the stream which gave life, and it was hard to accept that since then God had failed to answer any ... ................
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