Curled up with a hot cup of coffee, listening to the rain pattering outside on this spring morning, I am thinking about the past three years of my life. I am reflecting on all the
Yesterday our eyes saw too much blood, smoke, and carnage than we should have on a beautiful spring day. And our hearts felt heavier than any of us expected when we woke to start our
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