Sometimes, when there’s much on one’s plate, one can only fill a vase with flowers to give to Jesus’ good mom, and then, since it’s been a while, beg her indulgence, and then race off once again for the sake of the kingdom of heaven, without lots of commentary… as I am want to do…
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