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“The darker side of the City tried to emphasize the selfish parts of me by encouraging my sense of entitlement and my desire for personal space. But God seemed to whisper that the alternative existed: to let Him grow humility and concern for others in a way I had never experienced, to live out His peace amid whirling chaos. (p.67)”

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Book:Crowded Skies: Letters To Manhattan
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Crowded Skies: Letters To Manhattan

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Tara Leigh Cobble

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