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There is No Little Love
There is no little love I saw a barren, colorless world. As I continued to walk forward, I saw a golden trickle of a stream pouring over the top of a high plateau. An impossibly high wall loomed in front of me, and I knew that the molten gold flowing over it was necessary for life. The dam held back the golden flow, and I was anxious to understand how to get the dam to break and pour out what the people needed onto the land. It seemed an impossible task. I was left feeling h
Heather Roberts
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