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Monte Cristo |
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Which way? |
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| The waves of God were beating strong this day. I was brought here to face uncertainty and yet again the pangs of fear. My strength would fade along the way, yet it was understood at the beginning that these three mountains on one day would drain anyone so presumptuous. I am there, but I am not. Physically. Spiritually. | ||
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