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i just can't wait for summer. not hot-hot summer, but my summer. i want to smell the beach. i miss that smell so badly i can almost imagine it, but not quite. i want lungfulls of summer beach air.
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[31 Dec 2009|12:03am] |
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| ::Cantique de Noël |
[25 Dec 2009|03:50pm] |

There is so very much I could attempt to articulate; so many abstract concepts I could try squeezing into awkward molds of eloquence.
I believe John Sullivan Dwight has taken a phenomenal stab at this already.
- Truly He taught us To love one another;
- His law is love And His gospel is peace.
- Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother;
- And in His name, all oppression shall cease.
Those words, sweetly blessing my ears last evening, gave me such hope and solace.
Merry Christmas.
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