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The moment the nurse answered my whimper of aching arms with a cold vase placed abruptly on my lap, wheeling me passed the nursery full of crying babies, I learned. I felt the first weight of it draped across my young shoulders. The cloak of shame, whispering, “Don’t you dare be an inconvenience. Cover this. No one wants to see your broken.” blog.sufficientgraceministries.org/2014/01/the-cloak-of-shame/
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 05:52:50 +0000

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