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    Immeasurably: All Gone What Was Ever Grafted On
    Immeasurably: All Gone What Was Ever Grafted On
    Immeasurably: All Gone What Was Ever Grafted On
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    Immeasurably: All Gone What Was Ever Grafted On

    By Barbara M Schwarz

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    In Autumn's throng, a voice said clearly, "Move along", for there was nothing left to prolong whenever the grafted was gone, and shafted by a piece of light, I saw the measure of such insight: immeasurably, I see life welcome me; immeasurably, I know autumn flow; immeasurably, for me, un-captivated, free... immeasurably.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherb.schwarzgreentor.com
    Release dateAug 22, 2016
    ISBN9781910774687
    Immeasurably: All Gone What Was Ever Grafted On
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    Barbara M Schwarz

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