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It doesn’t matter what the senses claim.No passing years can alter man’s true state:The timeless likeness of the one I AM.*As such, we move untrammeled through each day,Conscious of Love’s design, of Spirit’s strengthTo hold us steadfast on the upward way. 

—Joanne Otto

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