169. The phone I dread has been a tool of grace and mercy and community twice this week.
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170. Creation's variety. The Creator's creativity.
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171. Childhood's flesh whose wounds heal quickly.
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172. Sleepy eyes squinting in the lamplight.
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173. Small successes.
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174. Narrations that endear.
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175. Prayers of a child.

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