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“At the depth of utter despair. In the presence of all manner of hopelessness. Focus on the power of the one who created the Heavens and the Earth, if you want to claim your victory in this world.”

Quote by Gift Gugu Mona

Book:A Manual for Victory
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A Manual for Victory

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