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“This is just a short path we walkin'. The long road, the good road, lies ahead. And when we get there, you can count on one thing. Folks like Miss Emily that has spent this life lookin' down is sure 'nough gonna spend all eternity lookin' up.”

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Nothing to Fear

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Jackie French Koller
Jackie French Koller

Jackie French Koller is a renowned author born in 1948. Her works span various genres, including novels, poetry, and children's literature. Koller is known for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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