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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still…
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening