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In the middle of the night. As the rest of the family sleeps,. That steal my chance for respite,. I wear out oak planks with the weight. Of burdens at times too heavy to bear. Such troubles are all too common. As we, mothers and wives,. Reject opportunities to skirt issues. Searching for guidance from above.

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Last week as i was. I happened to land into a conversation with Nase Avatar. On music production and later with Analytical Alz. We all assumed unconsciously that the two are of course different. We were having a casual conversation that we strike every time we are in studio. How is That Up important? So th.