There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing. — Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing. — Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing. — Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing. — Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing. — Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
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There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

— Julius Lester, The Autobiography of God
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