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Outlive the torture. Do not forsake your faith. The season is here again. In spite of all the commerce, it is still about the eternal flame in humans rising from death itself. . And a very personal bond, between god and man. Everlasting faith and trust. See the lighted trees blink. Skip the commercials. This is for real. .

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Anonymous said…
True, remember the real reason for Christmas.

BTW, you are busted. LOL I don't know how to link, so go to my blog. You don't have to play, Loner, if you don't want to. But play anway, you might have fun! :-)
Pradeep VM said…
I did go to your blog and I read about sarah tagging you and your response to psycho. I found that I have been busted ! But I have no idea how this game is played, rain. Let me see if I can locate the play section. Or am I headed the wrong way? I mean how is this game played.
Anonymous said…
Have a Blessed Merry Christmas and New Year.

How the game is played: Just copy and paste the questions onto your blog and give your answers. It's just a way of getting to know somebody. :-)

So, what do you sing when you're in the shower. I sing Beatle tunes. LOL

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