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“When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.”

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Kristina McMorris

Kristina McMorris is a renowned author known for her profound character development and engaging storytelling. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, she has already achieved significant success in her writing career. more

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