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Saving grace

What will be my saving grace how good I am or how much I touched my face. What will be my final plans or will it come down to how many times I washed my hands. Who can tell me how to be an exercise in futility. How many will surely survive into a greener planet they tell us not to panic. Saving grace I hope your near, please don't make me disappear. 

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Liliana of the ...

Okay I am a little concerned about the marshal law,  lack of common sense from the powers that be. And lack of harvest happening. 

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Marion Price

And I'm with you both...and Grace...nice write Lilianna 🙏🙏🙏

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