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TILL MORNING COMES

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Darkness, till morning comes

By Julie C. Parian | February 9, 2003 - 12:00am

Events, things, people and affinities like fate have a way of coming into our lives without asking. Even if you don’t seek for it, it comes. In the darkest hours of my life, it came to me. In December 1984,...

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