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I have scoured and did not find. I have searched through air, on land, through depths and still I did not find. Yet, when in me I searched I have not found... but He found me. He sized me. All is said but man in different garments truth he clothes. I chose to be absent, but came back. I chose to refuse nourishment, clean water and for this thristy I was and hungry I was until I came back. From the great savannah into the fiery desert. So men must hear! That men clothed the truth in different garments. And the truth is God.
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