She had a dream about herself one night in which she stood at a podiumto speak a poem and proselytize, but said, “I am a private person, though I do not suffer in public like Christ upon a cross nor do I wish to see your wounds...”
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)