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… kiss where it hurts. I cry out, touch me, touch my hand. Startle me with the pain of healing. Before you walk away, what if I told you I have a gift? My pencil is made with wood from the cross. My words can grieve like a mother mourning her dying son on that cross. If you listen hard enough, you’ll hear grave cloths rustling in the wind rushing through an empty tomb.
Theodore McDowell
Sir. Paul Okwudili Agbo
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Sir.Paul Okwudili Agbo, MD of Starconnectdots Ltd, specializes in internet marketing, entrepreneurship, storytelling, and travel affiliate marketing.
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