There is a main road that runs through my town, and on that main road, there is this one specific gutter. This summer, a bright green plant grew out of that gutter, tall and straight and gorgeous. It wasn’t long before a huge red flower bloomed on that...
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
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