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But, standing there next to Mark elbow deep in dirty dish water, I appreciated his ability to stand over me, even if by only three inches.  He started to hum. He did this a lot. Maybe it was something he always did, maybe it was because he usually didn’t have a lot to say. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, or the warm water on my hands, or the smell of his cologne, but something fluttered in the pit of my stomach when his hand brushed mine.
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Hope GirlWhen tragedy threatens to steal her first born Lynn finds herself reliving every disappointment, every heartache, every loss, and every layer of guilt from her past. Pain upon pain twists its way around her heart leaving little room for anything but the bitter taste of anger and hate. But God isn’t done. He has hope, miracles and redemption in store. If only she dare see it. Archives
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