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Ripe fruit waits for no one, yet it knows exactly when to fall into the hand.
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There is a quiet grace in knowing that our lives, like the harvest, find their meaning only when the time is finally right.
Ripe fruit waits for no one, yet it knows exactly when to fall into the hand.
There is a quiet grace in knowing that our lives, like the harvest, find their meaning only when the time is finally right.
A reading from Genesis 5:13
and Kenan lived after he begat Mahalalel eight hundred and forty years, and begat sons and daughters:
— Genesis 5:13 (en_asv)
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And Kenan lived.
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