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“I'm so thankful, but you know, dear one the gods' messages can be sent even without cookies ---messages of courage, hope, laughter, support. They must be sent---through cookies or stories quiet deeds or mountaintop proclamations. Hearts are waiting, worying, hurting ---in need of a message you can send.”

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Book:Macy McMillan and the Rainbow Goddess
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Author:Stewart Stafford
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