I long for country fresh air to purify my aching being.
All mannner of unforgiveness habored from the laborous journey of yesteryears,
to be wiped clean on one old slate.
today, i begin again.
All mannner of unforgiveness habored from the laborous journey of yesteryears,
to be wiped clean on one old slate.
today, i begin again.
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