Noah Benshea

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My heart knows what my mind only think it knows

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A miracle is often the willingness to see the common in an uncommon way

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Wisdom does not make me full. It fills me with hunger

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An eternity is any moment opened with patience

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A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek slowly. He felt embarrassed by the thought."That I should think an angel came to me."He wept. And, again, the brush of breeze against his cheek