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She owns it herself. Sometimes she feels a little out of her element, but it's still hers. It rocks her gently. And sometimes it's a little intense. But it's hers.
It is night. It had rained. You're leaving, and it doesn't matter what comes next.
The second chance, bestowed to those that don't expect it and don't realize they deserve it.
It starts with a gathering. Healthy ideals. A gentle church is formed, and it grows - hopefully not too quickly.
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