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Musing_Words Like Wine, Part I

Not only was my childhood black and white, words were etched in stone, authorized, memorized, never trivialized. We didn’t say the word “dang” because that was one slip away from “damn.” Heck was altogether too close to hell. Never would we allow our lips to carry the curse of a soul being thrown into the Fiery Lake of eternity. Neither would we express anger because it was reckless and sinful, dangerous – to rant was sin. Loss of control – […]

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