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Danh ngôn của Sylvia Browne (Sứ mệnh: 3)

The more painful it is, tragically, the more you do learn, though, that's the good part.
The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.
It's so sad: anything that has to do with God, people want to dispel.