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Wait without Hope: Advent Word 9

Posted on December 11, 2023 by Boz

At a loss for words In truth, today’s official Advent Word is herald. However, other than a vain effort at wordplay because of the homophonic association with my father’s name, Harold, I could think of nothing original to offer for this … Continue reading →

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