Death began to look like a friend. — Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
Death began to look like a friend. — Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
Death began to look like a friend. — Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
Death began to look like a friend. — Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
Death began to look like a friend. — Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
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Death began to look like a friend.

— Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
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