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Photo credit: Lauren Shearer

loves Jesus, spending a lifetime figuring out what that means
grew up in the great NW, so basically born and bred in a puddle
believes in the magic of ordinary things
my mother calls my sense of humour 'wry'
reads many many books and has many many thoughts about them
sometimes writes these many many thoughts
no such thing as too many books, plants, or coffee shop visits

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