a man named David, who was the gentlest soul I had ever met. His intentions were good, but he was an oddity in his community and people often didnt take time with him. He died in a fire on Christmas day. I dont think I will ever experience a Christmas again without thinking about him and what a loss his death was to that community, who never really respected or admired him for the man of God he was...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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