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What you said last nightmoved like a clean fresh windto scatter clouds, bring gentle rainto parched hope.And afterward, a clear shining,bright and pure,revealing God's present goodnessnever lost to me.

This morning, the wind still softly stirs—fresh as flower—

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Andrew's other garden
July 3, 1978
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